Hello everybody!
I am back!
I now present you part III of this fiction. This is where all the warnings in the author's note make sense. I do warn you that if you are suffering from anxiety, depression or have one or many form of PTSD, this part of the story may be hard to read.
And please, please reach out for help if you need it. You matter and I love you.
Thanks again to my friend FictionWriter91 for all the help.
Enjoy your reading,
Pavs.
Prologue: Part Three
[Barney]
He'd held her hand until they'd arrived home. No matter the cold, the pain, the emptiness, he hadn't let her hand go, nor had he stopped looking at her. Tool had had to hold him back when the coroner had arrived to take her body.
Her body.
He'd thrown up.
Trench had insisted he'd go home, so he'd forced him to go to Tool at least.
It had taken 15 minutes between them arriving at Tool's and Gunnar's suicide attempt.
It had taking 30 minutes between his attempt and Church arriving at the hospital where they all were.
It had taken him 12 seconds to say the words that would make all hell break loose.
Gabrielle's body had been stolen.
She was gone.
Barney hit him in the face.
