Pseudosapien

Crossing

Garth hated to admit it but he was really starting to hate sleeping alone. It wasn't really even the sex, though sex was always nice. Just having someone warm on the other side of the bed next to him was enough every once in awhile.

"Mckennzey, Linda... such a shame." Even as he worked one of his routine autopsies, he still had too much time to think about his own loneliness. To him people died every day and were even born from death. Linda, for example, had died giving birth that very day.

He only worked part time, but it was enough with his other job. He got paid well and gambled once a month. All in all he had it pretty good. Unfortunately, this made him think of how selfish he was with that fact alone. Benefitting from another's death wasn't exactly his idea of 'helping the public'. It worked for him, though, as it had its benefits and he was a very realistic man.

Death was very common in Garth's world. His father and younger brother had met the fate that everyone inevitably meets at one point or another in their life.

To sum it all up... they die and that was exactly how Garth saw it. That's why as he looked upon the face of his latest 'client', he felt sympathy and almost pity for the young woman. Unlike some, Garth was able to look at his 'clients' with the ability to accept that he couldn't do anything for them aside from make sure they had justice and that their relatives and friends knew how they died and that sort of thing.

The only occupational hazard one had here was their sense of humor. In order to keep his sanity, Garth had to sacrifice a 'normal' sense of humor for a darker, more macabre one.

That and he had a tendency to talk to the ones that he was autopsying.

"You're not the only one that hasn't exactly seen the best of days. My girlfriend left me... though, that was kind of a good thing on my part, and I'll admit it's a whole lot easier than death, but... you get it. I'm sure you're glad your baby lived, though, huh?"

And so on and so forth.

Today though... he got a surprise 'client'. When he opened the bag of his self-proclaimed 'ex-girlfriend' he felt a feeling that no one with his part time occupation ever wanted to feel.

Recognition.

Not knowing the person you're examining is a whole lot easier than what he was dealing with for the first time since he started his job and with this first time... he found that, for once, he was unable to start a one sided conversation with them.

"I'm sorry, Rissa."