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Here is chapter 2. I know its not terribly long but you'll understand why and you will be happy that I stopped where I did. :)
Chapter 2
Years ago, when Emily Prentiss was a young girl with a broken heart for the first time, Elizabeth Prentiss told her something. Something her daughter didn't quite understand at that age.
''All great stories come to an end,'' her mother had said, her tone half teasing, half serious.
That day, the tears in her eyes and the ripped heart in her chest, were caused by a boy. Her best friend, her first love. Ah, the first love. Mark, was the boy's name, and he lived near their house until her mother was posted in another embassy. And she couldn't stay behind. And so, she gave him a goodbye kiss on the cheek and a hug. The sight of his crooked teeth as he offered her one, last, smile before he ran off to his house.
Emily Prentiss was six years old then, she wanted a pony to ride and travel the whole world. And she needed her friend. That night, the words her mother told her echoed in her mind. But she was still young, so young, and wondered why great stories had to end. Couldn't they last forever?
Why couldn't their story have a longer run, she asks herself now, why couldn't their story have a happy ending?
Her hands clutch the steering wheel tightly and her knuckles color themselves white. For the past two hours she drives around the streets of Washington DC with her eyes on the road and her mind on him.
Why did he have to leave her so early. After so many demons they fought and such hell they've been through to get where they were, they deserved something better than this. They deserved the always they promised to each other. And the child she has growing inside her deserves to have a father.
Tears blind her vision and stream down her face. She tries to wipe them away, using the sleeves of her shirt but they keep coming back and she gives up. Lets them roll until they reach her chin and then they drip on her clothes.
She sobs for what she lost, for what she will never have.
A husband.
A family.
A father to her child.
Oh, how much she wishes she could see his eyes again, brown and so full of life. His face and a smile on his lips. Even if it was the last time, she wishes she could see it, touch it with the tip of her fingers, kiss it.
Like the boy's.
But instead of her mother's job, Death took Derek away from her.
The shadow that sits and waits in the backseat of her car, he's waiting to take one of them. Both of them, maybe.
The light turns green, and she steps on it.
It takes just a moment, a few seconds, and another car slams into her side. And the shadow stands up, leaves the car, kneels next to her.
She cheats him once again.
Chapter 3 is coming tomrrow! Thank you for reading and have a nice day. :)