"True love stories never have endings."
~ Richard Bach
PROLOGUE (FIVE YEARS AGO)
"I got selected!!!" I beamed in joy, jumping around in happiness as Taylor shook my hands.
"Congratulations!" He greeted loudly, his voice just as curt and short as the first time when he had come to visit my dad.
I couldn't believe that I got selected for this. It was like winning a lottery ticket, except I wrote my fate.
I always wanted to help people. To save the good from the bad. Yes, I know it might sound heroic and cheesy, but that was the truth.
My heart belonged to the people. For the people. With the people.
The hallway wasn't too crowded on what should be the bright, marigold morning of the interview day at the local station.
He beamed,
"LA police officer, huh? You are following your dad's dream-like one hell of a Hollywood celebrity."
I smiled at his remark in flowing enthusiasm.
"You bet I am, sir."
He held my shoulders, his usual, rough almond eyes, softening in a glisten.
"Oh don't call me sir. Call me Taylor."
I blinked, a bit taken aback by his sudden politeness, but nodded along.
I wondered if part of the reason was that I was Mr Gale's daughter.
My eyes lowered.
The hallway, which was full of whisperings and bubbly chatters, melted in silence like the ocean after a hurricane.
We knew what it meant.
Footsteps came as we all looked up, our eyes drawing like moths as he came - tall, with calculated steps, shoulders held and hands rolled up in fists.
The most assertive face you will ever see, small lips and broad jaw, thick eyebrows and eyes containing a flood,
"Good morning, Mr Gale!"
One of my officials came running, bowing down as many others joined.
He nodded, giving us all a space to breathe, a space to continue our chattering and discussions.
For the whole of LA, my dad was a hero. He is the ultimate boss, having been working for the police department almost his whole life.
And he was coming towards me in a march.
Taylor gave him a quick salute, scooting away in fear of any scolding.
"Dad!!" I hugged him, getting over-excited about my newborn achievement. He, though was a leader for others, for me was a loving father.
And you could see it when people gawked as he laid his arms around my back, giving it a strong, resilient pat.
"Congratulations, darling. I always believed in you! Mom would be so proud to hear it."
He held his chest high, rubbing his nose like a typical proud dad.
I smiled brightly like the sunshine itself as he walked off with a wave, heading on with his day.
I stood in the hallway full of others who didn't make it, congratulating me with handshakes and walking off.
It was time for everyone to head off with their tasks, which trickled the chatty hallway empty with only me standing, still smiling like an idiot.
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