This one is after Jackson's death.
Be warned it may be a tear inducing one.
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THIRD PERSON POV
Nobody was having a harder time with the fact that Jackson West was no longer living than Lucy.
Yes, John, Jackson, and Lucy were all close. But the connection between Jackson and Lucy was different. They were closer in age. They shared similar interests in some ways. They both had equally big hearts.
Everyone knew that Lucy and Jackson were best friends.
Heck Lucy even invited Jackson to move in with her to spare him from having to live with Smitty of all people.
None of that mattered when the news broke that Jackson was gone.
When Lucy heard the news that they retrieved Angela and she was alive. Lucy let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding onto.
LUCY POV
A few days had passed since Angela was brought back home. Life had seemingly gone back to normal. Whatever that is now.
Someone decided it was a good idea to get drinks at a bar one night after shift. I couldn't bring myself to go. I know I should have gone.
I pulled into the parking lot of my building. Where I recognized a car. It was Angela's car.
I pulled into a parking space and got out of my car. I walked over to see if Angela was there. She wasn't. So that must mean she's upstairs.
So I head up stairs and as I was about to pull my keys out of my pocket, I noticed Angela. Angela stood there right outside my door.
"Hey." Angela said
"Hi." I replied back
She stepped aside so I could open my door.
"You want to come in?" I asked
She nodded and came inside
"How come you aren't going out with everyone else?" I asked
"I could have asked you the same." Angela said
"I just needed a break." I honestly
"Yeah. Me too." Angela said
"I do have some wine." I said,"If you're interested."
"Okay." Angela said
So I grabbed glasses and poured myself and Angela a glass of wine.
"Has his parents come by?" Angela asked
"Yeah. The other day." I responded
"How are you?" Angela asked
"Coping. It helps Tamara is here. So it's not so quiet." I said,' You?"
"I'm alright. My son is here. He's healthy. Jacks going to grow up in a safe environment." Angela said."There is something I never got the chance to say to him. Or you."
"What?" I asked, curious
"I never got to say I'm sorry." Angela said
"What do you have to be sorry for?" I asked
"Everything that happened." Angela said, sipping her wine."I blame myself."
"It's not your fault. I don't blame you. And Jackson doesn't either. He wouldn't want you blaming yourself either." I stated,"He would be telling you thirty different ways to not even try it."
"Yeah. I guess you're right." Angela stated
"You know. He told me what happened on our first day. How he hid from the gun fire. What you did for him." I said."He said that you gave him a second chance. He said he didn't deserve one. But you gave it to him anyways."
"He did?" She asked
"Yeah. He did." I said "So that's how I know he'd never want you to say that you're sorry about what happened."
THIRD PERSON POV
Angela and Lucy sat in Lucy's kitchen, drinking the bottle of wine telling old stories.
It was a unique moment that allowed both of them to feel some sort of comfort with everything that happened.
Eventually, both Lucy and Angela moved through the grief process.
Still once a year. No matter where they are. Lucy and Angela drop everything one night after year to drink a bottle of wine for him.
