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    There was something special in his hazel eyes. A genuineness that she’d never seen before. He was soft spoken which she liked very much especially when everyone else yelled and screamed. He saw something special in her too. But she didn’t know what. He never did tell her. Maybe there wasn’t anything to tell. Anyway, she didn’t like to be told, she’d rather be shown.

    It wasn’t a typical rainy night with loud thunder and threatening lightning. It was warm and the sun shone through the trees right into the windshield of the cruiser. They were sitting in a parking lot running license plates, hoping for at least a suspension. The shift was going by slow that night. There was no precursor to the night’s tragedy.

    The one thing she loved most about him was that he unpredictable but there was a safety she felt in him. He’d put his life on the line for her and, truth be told, he really didn’t know her. Everyone wanted her to stay away from him. Either they wanted him for themselves or they didn’t want her to get hurt. The way she saw it was that she’d hurt either way. She hurt to be with him or she be hurt by him.

    The accident was tragic, something no one anywhere was expecting to see. On that beautiful June night there was call over the radio. Dispatch alerted 741 that there was a suspicious person outside a local restaurant that was closed. 741 and his partner-in-training arrived at the scene. He got out of the cruiser and advised she stay put. She obliged and watched intently in case there should be any emergency that would require her to alert 743 who was also out on patrol. The man seemed to have a leg injury. 741 radioed for an ambulance while he sat on the sidewalk with the man. She could see he was comforting the poor fellow while the ambulance pulled up.

    The scene cleared without an incident. He pulled out onto Main Street and continued his patrol through the town. The sun was now setting. Once deciding to run a few more plates, he pulled into a side street. Half a dozen cars went by when a large dairy delivery truck hit the Caprice from behind. The car skidded into the street narrowly missing oncoming traffic before crashing into a tree. Both looked at each other.

    “Are you okay?” He asked while struggling to unbuckle his seatbelt with his shaking hands.

    “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?” She asked wiping blood from her forehead.

            They both got out of the cruiser and walked back to the dairy truck to assist the driver. But the mysterious thing is that there was no driver. There never was. The truck was left unattended by the worker who stopped at his home up the road to grab a snack before returning to the road.

            741 radioed out for back-up and an ambulance to attend to his love’s bleeding forehead. While waiting for a response from dispatch, he brushed the hair from her wound and hugged her close. As they held each other close, shots rang from the distance. He fell to the ground right down by her feet.

            Her screams could be heard by the neighbors already aroused by the gunfire. She collapsed to his side, applying pressure to his wounds. He was still alive which almost made it worse for her. They both knew he didn’t stand a chance. Tears streamed down her face but she wasn’t sobbing and she wasn’t hysterical. Not yet anyway.

            “I’m so sorry,” she whimpered to him as she propped his head on her lap.

            “It’s not your fault,” he mustered and weakly smiled, “I’ll be fine.”

Her lip quivered. She knew different. Even with the paramedics coming right then with the gurney he’d be dead before he even got to the hospital. They locked eyes and it was like they shared the same memories at that moment. Everything they were and everything they had was right there before them.

            “Miss, I need you to step back,” the paramedic said as she began attending to the wounded officer.

            “Kid, come here,” their Chief said holding his arms out to her.

            She turned to face him and then back to her partner.

            “Kid, I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

            She turned to her Chief and listened as the ambulance drove away with the sirens blaring. He opened the passenger door of his cruiser for her.

            “I could have stopped this. I should have been there for him.” She stammered.

            “You were. This past year you’ve been there for him,” Chief said.

            “I wasn’t there when he needed me most.”

            “Yes you were.”

            “But if I was, he wouldn’t be dying.”

            “He didn’t need you most then. He needed you most when you first met and he’ll need you most when you depart,” he paused, “This wasn’t your fault.”

            She was looking out the window but he could still see the tears streaming down her face.

            The hospital was eerie. Normally bustling with appointments and sick or injured individuals was now on lock down with three police departments inside. A nurse escorted her and the Chief into the room he was in. They were prepping him for surgery. He was just barely conscious but he felt her presence. She went over to say her last good bye. She told him that she loved him much more than anything he could ever imagine. He rubbed her hand and weakly brought it to his mouth to kiss it. “I lov-“and that was it. He was gone.

            Almost six months had passed since he’d died. She was now in Afghanistan only 9 weeks into her first tour. She was lost outside of the base. The sun was blazing down on her fatigues. She sat under the shade of tree and took out the picture she kept of her and the one she loved in the breast pocket of her uniform. She was alone with only her rifle by her side and she began to sing to the wind that howled through the heat. “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day, all the world is waiting for the sun.” She was ambushed by several assailants but she didn’t fight as their guns rang out. Only she kept hold of the picture and whispered, “I love you Spencer.”

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    There was something special in his hazel eyes. A genuineness that she’d never seen before. He was soft spoken which she liked very much especially when everyone else yelled and screamed. He saw something special in her too. But she didn’t know what. He never did tell her. Maybe there wasn’t anything to tell. Anyway, she didn’t like to be told, she’d rather be shown.

    It wasn’t a typical rainy night with loud thunder and threatening lightning. It was warm and the sun shone through the trees right into the windshield of the cruiser. They were sitting in a parking lot running license plates, hoping for at least a suspension. The shift was going by slow that night. There was no precursor to the night’s tragedy.

    The one thing she loved most about him was that he unpredictable but there was a safety she felt in him. He’d put his life on the line for her and, truth be told, he really didn’t know her. Everyone wanted her to stay away from him. Either they wanted him for themselves or they didn’t want her to get hurt. The way she saw it was that she’d hurt either way. She hurt to be with him or she be hurt by him.

    The accident was tragic, something no one anywhere was expecting to see. On that beautiful June night there was call over the radio. Dispatch alerted 741 that there was a suspicious person outside a local restaurant that was closed. 741 and his partner-in-training arrived at the scene. He got out of the cruiser and advised she stay put. She obliged and watched intently in case there should be any emergency that would require her to alert 743 who was also out on patrol. The man seemed to have a leg injury. 741 radioed for an ambulance while he sat on the sidewalk with the man. She could see he was comforting the poor fellow while the ambulance pulled up.

    The scene cleared without an incident. He pulled out onto Main Street and continued his patrol through the town. The sun was now setting. Once deciding to run a few more plates, he pulled into a side street. Half a dozen cars went by when a large dairy delivery truck hit the Caprice from behind. The car skidded into the street narrowly missing oncoming traffic before crashing into a tree. Both looked at each other.

    “Are you okay?” He asked while struggling to unbuckle his seatbelt with his shaking hands.

    “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?” She asked wiping blood from her forehead.

            They both got out of the cruiser and walked back to the dairy truck to assist the driver. But the mysterious thing is that there was no driver. There never was. The truck was left unattended by the worker who stopped at his home up the road to grab a snack before returning to the road.

            741 radioed out for back-up and an ambulance to attend to his love’s bleeding forehead. While waiting for a response from dispatch, he brushed the hair from her wound and hugged her close. As they held each other close, shots rang from the distance. He fell to the ground right down by her feet.

            Her screams could be heard by the neighbors already aroused by the gunfire. She collapsed to his side, applying pressure to his wounds. He was still alive which almost made it worse for her. They both knew he didn’t stand a chance. Tears streamed down her face but she wasn’t sobbing and she wasn’t hysterical. Not yet anyway.

            “I’m so sorry,” she whimpered to him as she propped his head on her lap.

            “It’s not your fault,” he mustered and weakly smiled, “I’ll be fine.”

Her lip quivered. She knew different. Even with the paramedics coming right then with the gurney he’d be dead before he even got to the hospital. They locked eyes and it was like they shared the same memories at that moment. Everything they were and everything they had was right there before them.

            “Miss, I need you to step back,” the paramedic said as she began attending to the wounded officer.

            “Kid, come here,” their Chief said holding his arms out to her.

            She turned to face him and then back to her partner.

            “Kid, I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

            She turned to her Chief and listened as the ambulance drove away with the sirens blaring. He opened the passenger door of his cruiser for her.

            “I could have stopped this. I should have been there for him.” She stammered.

            “You were. This past year you’ve been there for him,” Chief said.

            “I wasn’t there when he needed me most.”

            “Yes you were.”

            “But if I was, he wouldn’t be dying.”

            “He didn’t need you most then. He needed you most when you first met and he’ll need you most when you depart,” he paused, “This wasn’t your fault.”

            She was looking out the window but he could still see the tears streaming down her face.

            The hospital was eerie. Normally bustling with appointments and sick or injured individuals was now on lock down with three police departments inside. A nurse escorted her and the Chief into the room he was in. They were prepping him for surgery. He was just barely conscious but he felt her presence. She went over to say her last good bye. She told him that she loved him much more than anything he could ever imagine. He rubbed her hand and weakly brought it to his mouth to kiss it. “I lov-“and that was it. He was gone.

            Almost six months had passed since he’d died. She was now in Afghanistan only 9 weeks into her first tour. She was lost outside of the base. The sun was blazing down on her fatigues. She sat under the shade of tree and took out the picture she kept of her and the one she loved in the breast pocket of her uniform. She was alone with only her rifle by her side and she began to sing to the wind that howled through the heat. “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day, all the world is waiting for the sun.” She was ambushed by several assailants but she didn’t fight as their guns rang out. Only she kept hold of the picture and whispered, “I love you Spencer.”