A few days later

A couple of people in uniform are staging on stage. The man in front of the podium is speaking “It’s my honor to give this award to Gunner. Since he is no longer with us, his partner is accepting it on his behalf”

Walking up to the podium she clears her throat before speaking “What he accomplished only he could do. He had the courage of a lion and a love for this city. Before going into that cafe he knew he was going to die and he looked in the eyes and told me ‘Don’t save me, save the city’ and I did, and I did.” The speech ends with a feeling of loss. There are a few claps, but she leaves the stage before the applause starts.

“There was someone who wanted to meet with me?”

“Yes that would be me, you might not recognize me last time, I was in camo.”

“I recognized you, You’re the one that pined Brian.”

“Yes, and I saw your power.”

“What of it?”

“You know Richard.”

“He’s the owner of the cafe.”

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“We used to work together before he retired, do you know why he had to retire?”

“No.”

“He was shot, but he stopped the bullet inside his body, and if he unstops the bullet it’s likely to kill him.”

“I could help with that, but I’m not available for the next couple of days.”

“That’s okay”.

“Well, it was nice meeting you again, but I have to go.”

The cafe is meant to reopen tomorrow, but she’s the only one here. The undrunk coffee sits on the counter untouched, there’s a hole in the wood floor where a man was shot. *ring* *ring* her dads calling.

“Anything new at the hospital.”

“Albert stopped by and said that he found someone who can bring me back after I let go”

“That’s fantastic news, I’ll come over later to celebrate.”

“See you later.”

“See ya.”

After the call ends she stands and looks around the cafe before deciding to leave. *ding*

It has been two weeks since the accident, but it feels like a distant memory, he has already forgotten most of the days that followed, with it being a slue of interviews and interrogations. School started up, but he didn’t want to go, so he didn’t. He didn’t know when he found out that the dead man outside was Jim. he can’t stop thinking about it. The funeral is tomorrow, and he knows he should go, but worries about speaking to Jim’s parents. Looking out the window, it’s snowing. Seemingly knowing he was looking over a feeling of thirst comes from the dandelion on the windowsill, “ok, I’m coming over.” It’s the same dandelion that was at the crime scene, not knowing why the dandelion could communicate its emotions he dug it up and brought it home. Poring the prepared water into the pot the feeling of thirst dissipates.