It's a routine. Another day, another case. But what's not routine is how I've begun to feel. I watch as the kit comes out, and the chemicals are chosen. Evidence is bagged and I'm told to go to the lab. I wait for when you will join me, mostly because you were the reason I became what I am today.
Lonely. Only I've fallen in love- with you. You're full of sorrow, and I wish I could fix that. Will you let me? Will you let your heart out of your chest once in a while so I can?
No.