Firsts
The first time I met him, he was a young homicide cop out of his element.
So nervous around his new boss. So eager to please. So willing to learn.
The first time he got shot, he was so scared. So afraid he would be replaced.
The fist time he saw Charisma, he fell in love. For the first time.
He's dying. Some stupid woman is killing him. How many firsts are left in this poor, young man's future?
His first child.
His first grandchild.
I want to believe he will experience these firsts.
For the first time, I'm silent.