"I want you right here by my side, cuz' I'm dying to see your face. You act like it's something to hideaway,"
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⇒ One of the biggest jobs that no one considers is the jobs that deals with the aftermath of situations. Wheth...
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You were grateful that your forensic colleague was also doing reports- or else you would've frozen to death. Well- that was an over exaggeration but it was freezing and it was driving you insane. You couldn't really tell how long you've been in there for, but it was enough to prevent you from doing any work. You almost bursted into tears as you heard your name being called out in confusion.
It was your dearest friend and colleague, Kiku. She was a little older than you but was the sweetest person you've work with, she looked at you with squinted eyes. "What? Are you okay?" She crouched down to your level, her own paperwork laid forgotten beside the two of you. You wanted to speak- but you seemed to instead start tearing up. This was out of the ordinary for you- you had been in the morgue multiple times and you've spent more than half of your life being around such a place, this was literally your job.
The problem was the confined space you were stuck in.
Kiku pursed her lips as she listened to you stumble over your words. "Door- couldn't open the door-" you saw her look behind her and you also peered your head over. There seemed to be a latch on the ground, presumably where Kiku had torn it off to get inside. "Oh- I..." she furrowed her brows to piece together what happened. "Someone must've locked it... oh dear I'm So sorry," she gently grabbed your hands and pulled you up with her. You quickly pulled your hands back and dried your tears, a bitter laugh following after.
"No- it's okay. My eyes got dry and I got stressed that I would never get out,"you leaned down to grab her paperwork for her, placing it in her hands. You quickly closed the door behind you to relish in the warm air, even though you were clearly in a sour mood. You were already scrambling for answers, but Kiku wouldn't let it go, "Hey, are you sure? Do you need me to grab you anything?" She eyed you, seeing how you wrapped your coat around you tighter. "I'm fine, I just need to get to work. I bet someone just forgot I was in there," you flashed her a smile, rolling your eyes playfully.
You were actually about to break down, you needed to get out of this situation. Right now.
"I gotta finish some reports, see ya Kiku," you rushed past her, your notes shoved into your pocket as you looked for your office. You shakily slid the door open to see that your office was empty, no person inside but you did have scatters of papers all over the place. You closed the door and you stood there- what the hell was going on?
You had finally gotten over your fear with Hayami, but now- now it was worse.
You picked up this note that was scribbled, well not scribbled but typed out. It was a repeat of the conversation you had with her, and she even had the audacity to mess with your reports.
What the fuck.
You gripped the paper tightly, not even finding the motivation to read it, you actually skimmed it before crumbling it up to throw it in the little basket for trash. Now you were pissed- this was beyond messed up. You slowly walked around your office, picking up the graffitied reports you took time to print out. You took them all and threw them in the trash, you were to start over. You looked at the time and you let yourself fall back into your chair.
