'Go ahead.' said Horatio, finishing his coffee.
'Well, in this job, there's a possibility that I'm gonna die earlier than normal. Last time I got shot, because my gun malfunctioned, if I hadn't been wearing my stab vest, I would have died for sure. What if it happens again? Next time, I might not be so lucky.' He swallowed nervously, before continuing. 'I wrote these letters for Sarah about a year ago, when I knew she was the one. They're numbered. When I die, I want you to send them one by one to her. Once a week.'
'Speed, are you sure? You might not die for years.'
'If I die and Sarah and I aren't together, open this box.' He ripped open the cardboard box and pulled out a smaller box. A letter addressed to Sarah was taped to the top. A post-it note with the number one on it was stuck to the corner. 'Post this one the day of my death' He handed the box over to Horatio, who took it gently, as if he was afraid to crush it.
Speed got up as if to leave when he heard Horatio's voice behind him.
'Why are you doing this Speed?' Speed turned around, and Horatio was shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes.
'When my father died, he left us nothing. I couldn't do that to the people I loved, especially Sarah.' He looked at his watch. 'I gotta go; my shift starts in like an hour.'
He walked out. Horatio heard the door shut and the roar of a bike engine. He looked at the box on the floor, full of letters.
He hoped with all his heart that he would never have to send them.
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Another short part, but I thought it was a good end point.
Roll on the next chapter? Is that what you're saying? Fair enough starts writing furiously