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Drifted Apart
Chapter 3
You are now Detective Mal Fallon.
You wake up in a cold sweat, breathless from the dream that you just had. You sit up out of bed and run your fingers through your messy hair a couple of times. Your mind flashes back to the morning after Natara had gotten married.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty! Time to get up!" Blaise stepped into your apartment, yelling.
You groaned and lifted your head from your arms, where you had fallen asleep, and snapped at her, "Go away."
"You're hung over, aren't you?" she pursed her lips in disappointment.
"What do you think?" You said in an obvious tone, placing your head back onto your arms.
"Don't go back to sleep! I know you probably had a rough night but you need to get over her!"
"Shut up, Blaise."
"See? That's rude. You're a detective for Christ's sake. Detectives don't cry just because their girlfriends get married to another person."
"Go home."
"You need to get over her."
"…"
"And that…." She said, pointing to the shattered glass on the floor where I had thrown something last night. "That is not getting over her."
"Go. Home. Blaise. It's a Sunday. I just want to wallow in self-pity."
"No. That just won't do. Listen bud. We're friends. And friends don't let friends wallow in pity on Sundays. Now" she walked over to the window and opened it wide, letting sunlight in. "Get up."
"Ughhhh." You groaned, shielding your eyes.
"Come on!"
"Can't we do this another day? My head hurts!"
"That's what aspirin is for."
"No, leave."
"Mal!"
"Blaise."
"Get up!"
"No."
"Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?"
"….No."
Her face saddened at the look of you. "You have, haven't you?"
"No!"
"I'm sorry you didn't get to her in time, Mal."
"Yeah whatever."
"It's not just whatever. You loved her."
"And yet you say 'loved' in past tense."
"You still love her? Even though she's married?"
"Honestly…. I don't think I'll ever stop loving her."
So, the moral for this story is… If your gut tells you to do something, but if you have doubt, then just do it. If not, you might regret it later on in life… Like you are now.
'Maybe, just maybe, if I wished hard enough, she'll come back to me, healthy, alive, breathing, and (If I'm really lucky) single. But that's just like putting too many candles on a cake. You just end up getting burned… And waxy cake.'
"Mal, she's not coming back." Blaise looks at you, sadly.
"I know that."
"Then why do you keep looking at the door every five seconds?"
"I'm not."
"See? You just looked at the door again!"
"Did not!"
"Mal…"
"Fine. I just keep wishing that she will come back though. I miss her like crazy."
"I know you do, Fallon. We all do. But it's been five years. Time to let go."
"Never."
"She is not coming back. You have to understand that!"
"She will come back! I know it!"
"How?"
"It's a gut feeling. You wouldn't understand!"
"Fine. Go ahead. Watch the door all day. You won't see her anytime soon." She huffs, then walks away.
You sigh, and walk out of the station, going for a quick walk around the park.
'This is ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. Actually thinking that she would come waltzing in one day, ready to take her job back, and to come be with me. God, I'm like some… Some lovesick… puppy. Dammit, Ken was right. I am a puppy.'
You quickly speed walk towards the park, drowning in your own thoughts.
You are now Natara Williams
"Mommy, mommy, mommy!"
"What is it, sweetie?" You smile at your daughter as she skips out of your hotel room's bathroom.
"What are we doing today?"
"Aunt Neha is going to babysit you while Mommy goes and tries to get her job back."
"Aunt Neha?"
"That's right."
"Yay!" she claps her hands excitedly.
You let out a chuckle.
"Mommy?"
"Hm?"
"Can we go to the park before we go to Aunt Neha's? Pleeeeeaaaasssssseeeee?!" she gives you a pout and the puppy dog eyes.
"I dunno…"
"Please, mommy? Please! Please! Please!"
"Alright. But you have to promise to be a good girl while mommy is gone, okay?"
"I promise, I promise!" she nodded her head, enthusiastically.
"Okay. Maybe we'll stop by and get some ice cream while we're at it."
Her eyes widened. "Yes yes yes! Ice cream!"
Ten minutes later, you sit on the park bench, watching your daughter eat her currently melting ice cream cone.
"You better hurry! It's melting!" you tease her.
She frowns at you and exclaims, "I'm trying!"
"I'm done!" she exclaims suddenly.
"Are you sure?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm sure! Can I go play now? Please?"
"Sure. Have fun." You smile at her excited expression, take her cone, and throw it in the trash.
She quickly runs to the playground and starts talking to other kids.
You start thinking about later today.
'Will I be able to convince them to give me my job back? I wonder if everyone is still going to be there. I wonder how Mal is going to react, seeing me again. God knows I've missed him and his cheesy jokes like crazy.' You think to yourself.
You're so caught up in thinking about your job; you don't notice that your daughter has run around to the other side of the playground, out of your sight, playing hide-and-seek with the other kids.
You are now Detective Mal Fallon.
You stroll through the park slowly, hands in pockets while watching all the different, happy faces of people.
Suddenly, you spot someone very familiar. Or, at least, the back of someone.
Sitting on a park bench, facing away from you, is a woman who looks exactly like Natara from behind. She has the same dark, coffee colored hair, just past her shoulders.
You stare at the back of the woman's head for a second, before snapping out of it.
'Stop it, Fallon. That's not her. You thought you saw her 5 times today already. Once, even in a flower! You've got to get over her! Blaise is right! She's never coming back.' You think to yourself, mentally slapping yourself in the face.
You angrily walk past the park bench in long strides.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' You mentally tell yourself.
You restrain yourself from not looking back towards the woman, who will only give your hopes up again. You soon, pass the bench, and keep speed walking until you get a few feet away.
While you are walking away though, you do not notice the woman turning around and looking at your retreating figure.
'Is that…? No, it can't be!' Natara thinks to herself, furrowing her eyebrows, while watching you.
'It can't be him, Natara. He's supposed to be at work!' She thinks before turning around and noticing that her daughter isn't anywhere in sight.
"Honey? Where are you?" she asks, but you can't hear because you're all the way on the other side of the playground now, out of sight.
Suddenly, you feel something run into your knee.
"Oops! Sorry, sir!" the little girl says quickly, before running away again.
In the second that you got a glimpse of the child, all you could notice was one thing.
She looked exactly like a miniature Natara. She had long, coffee colored hair that went down to the middle of her back. The only thing that didn't look like Natara was her stunning blue eyes, almost like your own.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute, kid." You take a few steps, quickly catching up with her, and grab her by the elbow.
Her eyes widen in fright and she says warningly, "If you don't let go in the next five seconds, I'll scream."
You instantly let go of her, and hold your hands up. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to ask you a question."
She narrows her eyes at you, scrutinizing to see if you are lying. This kid was just like Natara!
"Fine, but hurry up."
"What's your name?"
"Um, my mommy said not to talk to strangers…" she says, looking at the ground.
You smile. Smart kid.
"Well, I'm Mal Fallon. See? We're not strangers anymore."
Her eyes nearly pop out of her small head, they're so wide. A grin slowly spreads onto her face. Then she giggles adorably. (A/N If you haven't figured it out, she remembers her and Natara's conversation the day before. The one on the hill where Natara showed her who Mal was.)
You raise an eyebrow. What? 'My name wasn't that funny…'
"Well? What's your name?"
"I can't tell," she whispers, finger over her mouth.
"Fine. You don't have to answer that."
She smiles, and starts to run away again.
"Hold up, speed demon-" You say, grabbing her arm again. "You still haven't answered one of my questions."
She crosses her arms and stares at you.
"Then what?"
You chuckle. 'I already like this kid.'
"Where are your parents?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows, and looking for adults who she could belong to.
"My mommy is over there-" she points to some far off direction, "And my daddy is working."
"Wait, a second. Who are your parents?" you ask, curiously. Please. Please, let it be her.
"Mommy and Daddy!" she exclaims.
"No, I mean, what are their real names?"
"Sweetheart? Where are you? Baby!" a woman calls worriedly, from a little ways off.
"Oops! I've gotta go! Nice to meet you! See you later, Mr. Mal!" she calls to you, before she runs off. Before you have time to grab her arm again, she's already gone.
You sigh and shake your head. Hopefully, you will see her soon.
You think to yourself:
Something tells me she has something to do with Natara. And it's not just because she looks like a miniature version of her. I don't know, really, but something tells me I will be seeing her later. Maybe it's just…
A gut feeling.
Ooooh. Dramatic! So yes, Mal met Natara's daughter! But Mal hasn't seen Natara yet! Only in his dreams…. /3
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