A series of attacks shakes Los Angeles. The emergency services are activated. But who is this woman that the one-eighteen finds on each of his interventions? Does she have a part of the responsibility in the horror which shakes the city?
This fanfic...
The saying goes that we are born twice. One to exist and the other to live. To live is to create, to model, to advance, to be the instrument of one's own destiny.
To live is to love.
To love is to be reborn...
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Chapter 1
Eddie was smiling.
He was a man of thirty-five, dark-skinned. He sported short brown hair and brown eyes. He was of medium height and square-shouldered. Firefighter since almost three years, he had to stop for a month, following a gunshot wound to the abdomen. He had just received the green light to resume service and he was really looking forward to getting back to it.
He slipped his hand into Ana's as soon as she emerged from his son's bedroom, sound asleep.
The evening had gone well.
Christopher and Ana were getting to know each other outside of school. His son accepted his relationship with his English teacher rather well. You had to admit that Christopher was a cream, but sometimes he made him drool.
– I love him, she told him with a particularly sexy pout. He's so adorable.
She was beautiful.
She had long brown hair and almost black eyes. Her skin was nice and her waist thin and slender. He'd liked her from the first time he'd met her, but things hadn't gone well between them when Christopher fell off a skateboard. He had called her outright incompetent when she clearly had nothing to do with it.
And then Holly had arrived and he'd had a real crush on her.
He had sighed uselessly next to her, but the young woman had preferred his best friend to him and Eddie had made the difficult decision to move on.
He had reconnected with Ana.
Eddie led her into the living room, licking his lips. He had been seeing her for more than a month and he didn't regret it. He became attached to her, more and more each day. The more he knew her, the more he wanted to know her, to share with her, his evenings, his weekends, his awakenings...
He invited her to sit down.
Ana kept that little smile he loved so much. He bit his lip and invited her to kiss him. The young woman pulled away with a sorry smile.
– I 've to go, she apologized. Me too, I've school tomorrow and I still have lots of things to prepare.
