Part 9

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Monica Pov

I sat at one of the tables of the Garrison, two glasses and a bottle sat upon it. I reached for the picture of Nikolai, talking a sip from my glass of whiskey. I start to hum the songs he wrote, blowing a glass after glass.

As I hum the last song, the one I sang after he died, I finish my glass and stand up. I take the now half-empty, bottle of whiskey and walk over to the bar. I set the bottle down and pull out my wallet.

˝You mind if I take the bottle, Harry?˝ I say to Harry, who I became good friends with in the short time I spent in Birmingham.

˝No, not at all. It's on the house, miss.˝ He says, wiping down a glass.

˝No.˝ I said and left the money on the counter. I took my bottle of whiskey and went to walk out. As I reached for the door, but before I could open them on my own, it swung open. Before the door, stood Arthur. Arthur Shelby. The man I missed more than anything.

Arthur Pov

She stood before me in all beauty and grace. But I didn't believe my eyes. In my drug induced haze, I thought that she was a hallucination and walked past it. I came to the bar, but before talking to Harry, I turned around. Just to make sure.

Monica Pov

Arthur simply walked by me, not sparing a glance. I looked at him as he walked over to the bar. In disappointment, I hung my head low and walked out. With bottle in my hand, I went home.

Arthur Pov

She was gone. The door was still open, but she was no longer there. I ordered my drink and sat in silence wishing she was actually here.

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