The forest

The red heels

After the murder of Roland that was published in the newspapers and TV channels, killian stayed up all night, overwhelmed by how things escalated quickly, feeling regret that he couldn't prevent that awful homicide from happening.

He wondered around the apartment trying his best to remember the faces of the three men that shot him but to no use, the alley was too dark to notice anything other than dark figures .

After he drained himself thinking for hours he walked toward the window of his bedroom, and roughly pulled off the small paper that described that nightmare, tearing it apart in anger and throwing it on the floor..

He rubbed his forehead with both hands as he looked at all the other small notes about other nightmares, a building demolition , a police fight , a car crashing , a store robbery and so many others.

Knowing all these things but not knowing when are they going to happen and not having a control over them or a way of stopping them felt like torture for killian.

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The morning came along after a few hours , the sun was hiding behind the dark clouds that carried rain with them , the streets were near empty as the cold weather was increasing in the city of san Fransisco California.

Killian woke up on the floor, slowly looking around in confusion, realizing he lied in front of the window untill he fell asleep, he let out a groan and got up .

It was the same draining routine, shower, brushing his teeth, cup of coffee, and then dressing up, nothing too fancy, mostly dark clothes.

As usual he left for work, when he arrived at the restaurant .

roman was already there , his head popped from the side of the door and said: morning sleepyhead, the shift is about to start.

Killian as usual threw his cigar out and said as he walked toward roman: yeah sorry.

Roman was preparing everything in the kitchen as he said: is it another nightmare?

Killian took a minute but then said with realization : no.. actually I didn't have any last night..

Roman: well that's great, isn't it ?

Killian shook his head in confusion as he blinked: I.. I guess.

The little bell on the front door rang , declaring the appearance of the first customer.

Roman said as he handed the small notebook and pen to killian: alright time to work.

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The shift went smoothly, nothing unusual happened, at the end of the shift killian and roman and couple of other workers were closing up the place.

Roman took off his kitchen hat as they were standing in the back room and looked over at killian and said: so what are your plans for the evening?
Killian let out a snort and replied: let's see , there's me and the tv oh and also mr. French fries.

Roman chuckled as he shook his head and said: nah , you're coming with me, I'm meeting with Charlotte in 10 minutes .

Killian knitted his eyebrows in confusion and said: it's your date , why should I come along?

Roman: no no it's not a date , we're meeting some of her friends, you're more than welcome to come.

Killian replied in hesitation: I don't know.

Roman grabbed killian by the shoulder and pulled him outside the restaurant as he said: come on, bury the 70 Years old man inside of you , and have some fun today.