No one could believe what we had all witnessed. We didn't want to.
Then reality hit. Hard.
We had lost a friend, a mentor and, in my case, a lover.
After Gri- his body disappeared into the waters of Lake Mead, I was lost. I barely remember the shots that followed straight after, I cant even remember who fired them. All I know is, the bastard got the easy way out.
They never found the body.
Barely a week had passed after the memorial that I snapped. This is how I came into my current situation, staring at the lights of San Francisco as they rushed by, my older brother trying to cover the fact that kept glancing at me through the rear view mirror. Maybe Frisco was a bad idea. It was probably the best day ever, the last time I smiled.
Terrance and Henry were at the memorial, I caught Henry arguing with a man I'd never seen before, I never asked simply because I didn't care. Terrance held my hand through the entire thing. My hand was numb, but I barely felt it, my whole mind was numb, attempting to convince the rest of me that it was all a dream, that I would wake up, curled against his solid chest. It got to the point where I couldn't get out of bed for work until I just stopped showing up. Ecklie didn't fire me,he just called, accepting my silent resignation.
Being with George has its ups and downs. Everything about him reminded me of what I'd lost, but I tried not to let it bother me. That obviously never worked.
I thought, after my crash course in alcohol theory, everything was going to get better. Greg was trying any method possible to get into the field, Nick was seeing an amazing girl, Catherine and Warrick looked like they were hiding something and...
It all fell apart.
I was damaged goods when I arrived in Vegas, I was broken, probably beyond repair, when I left.
Thats who I am now, thats how I exist.
My name is Sara Sidle, and I cant do this anymore.
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Before you ask, yes this is the end. For a good reason. Well, a legit reason anyway.
Please don't kill me!