Diggy Simmons| Pt. 3
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Diggy frowned as he pulled up to his old condo that he used to share with Rose. He had been picking up his stuff all day and only had a couple more things to grab to take to his new home.
There were a bunch of people gathered around something outside the building. He could hear people screaming and yelling at others to call an ambulance.
Diggy figured that somebody had just passed out drunk and he kept walking.
He took the elevator up to the floor where there condo was. He used his key to get in, reminding himself to leave it on the table.
"Rose!" He yelled," I'm just here to get the rest of my stuff. It won't take long."
When he didn't get a response, he walked around to find her. Her car was outside and her phone was on the bed. He knew she had to be here somewhere.
He walked back into the living room, taking notice to the wine bottle on the table. Next to it, was a picture that Rose had taken when Diggy was lifting her up on the balcony. He turned to the doors of the balcony and his heart dropped.
Diggy dropped everything and ran outside where everything was still in a frenzy. The paramedics were lifting someone up in a body bag on a gurney into the ambulance.
Diggy ran up and unzipped the body bag. His shoulder dropped as he stared at Rose's face.
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