The End Of War
Theme song: Single Ladies by Beyoncé
All the efforts are now wasted. All the sacrifices. All the years. And the tolls.
The world is a troubled place and he feels like laughing. It's just another summer day. He walks the fine line between black and white. He has seen, and tasted, all the shades of the different grays. He woke up beside her warm body this morning. When he closed the door silently and headed downstairs, she was still fast asleep. General, ordinary, small happiness. A man has needs and, after all, he's not that special.
A war based on lies. A series of shameful mistakes. The secret waiting list of a Phoenix VA hospital. Someone died. Someone lost a couple limbs. Someone suffered lifelong trauma. Someone walked away from murder. Someone got richer. The way Morelli and some other people always look at him. He knows he's one crazy bastard. And now he has become cynical. He resents the taste of the bitter disappointment. He cannot change the whole world. He can't save them all. Even Batman has failed.
He steps out of his car and calmly assesses the scene in front of him. No one died. Nothing exploded. She turns to him with quivering lips. Wide eyes. Wild curls. No apparent bruise nor wound. The man she's been after is facedown on the sidewalk. Right next to the fabulous Mr. Joe Morelli. He's not sure if he really wants to know what happened. "Babe," He says.
"It wasn't my fault!"
He wraps her in his arms and kisses her on the top of her head. He can't help smiling. Of course.
~END OF TATT THIRTY-EIGHT:ONLY THE DEAD. DEAD. DEAD~