If we do not remember them, can we miss people we never met? Can we miss the feelings they once gave us?
Through many iterations of fairytales, a young girl with crimson blushed cheeks and scarlet lips is often overlooked. This is the story of Rose...
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Chapter Two: The Investigation "I know what your thinking and I agree, I should be the bad cop and you should be the good cop". * • ⊱ ̩̩͙• • • • ✩ • • • •̩̩͙ ⊰ • *
The next day, Eliza gets to work late. She had stayed at Ruby's too scared to sleep in her apartment. Her ruffled clothes and rushed make up evident of her late start in the morning. She planned on investing in a bat for protection. At lunch time, her feet take her to Granny's Diner craving a grilled cheese sandwich. As she walks into the diner the bell above the door chimes. To her surprise she spots the Sheriff drinking coffee casually at the counter.
Immediately, she stalks into the town diner and slides onto the stool next to him, "Fancy seeing you here Sheriff, no crimes to solve?" She asks, sly grin on her face.
"Coffee break," he tells her holding the mug up.
"Any break in the case?" Eliza had definitely watched too many crime shows.
"About your ring, not yet," Graham shakes his head looking back to the newspaper in front of him.
The lunch rush was upon the diner, costumers filling up the red tables and counter. It was obviously getting to Ruby whose stray black hairs wisp out of her clipped hair, "Grilled cheese?" She asks stopping for a moment in front of the two.
"Yes, please," Eliza nods. As Ruby quickly makes her way toward the other end of the counter to help another customer, Eliza turns back to Graham whose eyes are still on the paper. She fights the urge to reach out and rip the paper from his hands. He was the Sherrif, he was supposed to be out sherrifing and finding her missing ring, but he sat cool and collected drinking coffee. "No ones heard of anything," she says trying to sound casual but the irritation peaking through.
"I haven't had the chance to ask, the mayor needed assistance this morning," he replies not taking his eyes off the paper.
Eliza wants to scream. "And she gets to top priority because she's mayor," she sneers but she doesn't understand the feelings that sit at the back of her throat. Not the feelings of irritations for this small-town bureaucracy, but for the missing object and his apparent lack of attention to her. The ring is important to her, she knows that in her heart, she just doesn't know exactly why it is. But she needs to get it back. And the Sherrif ignoring her and refusing to meet her eyes made her blood boil, did he even care that a citizen of this town had their apartment broken into.
"Uh, yes, I believe that's how things work around here," Graham tells her still not meeting her eyes.
"So I'm just supposed to get stuck under the bureaucratic system of the government, oh and wait for you to finish your coffee, of course, before I ever get anything done about my apartment being broken into," she snaps.
