Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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"Just who is this heartless monster?"
"-as of right now, all party venues have been shut down-
"We aren't safe here anymore. Restaurants, schools, public transits- nothing is safe."
"-irst they let him steal our money, and now the mayor's gone? What is going on?"
"Yesterday it was the mayor, today it may be the presiden-"
"I lost my son! Because of the police's incompetency, my-"
Every single news channel was flooded with headlines about the explosion. Pictures and video clips of the aftermath were plastered all over social media platforms. All the reporters, news anchors, and mourning inhabitants of the city had only one thing to talk about; Blue Swan Banquet Hall.
What was a small distraction from a small research session, turned into a moment of self reflection for her. Genevieve continuously clicked the back of a pen out of agitation, and her eyes were fixated on the T.V screen hanging from a wall. She could barely hear what it had to say since the murmuring and hustling of other officers in the room drowned it out. But, the furious look on the citizens' faces told several stories.
She felt as though the comment about the police's incompetency was a direct attack to her, and it seemed justified. After all, it was a huge failure on her part.
Genevieve squinted her eyes to read the moving headlines at the bottom, but she couldn't finish the sentence. The screen blacked out as if someone had shut it off and she looked around for the person responsible. Her scouring came to an end when her gaze landed on none other than Samual, who stood right beside her desk with a remote pointed in the T.V's direction.
"Don't do this to yourself." He set the remote down on Genevieve's table and knelt downwards, so she wouldn't have to crane her neck up to look at him. A sad but reassuring smile rested on his lips, which did soothe her to some extent.
"Beating yourself up won't bring their lives back." Samuel said gently, and upon noticing her nervous grip on the pen, he took it from her grasp and placed it onto the desk as well.
"You did what you could to the best of your ability."
There was something so oddly comforting about him. Genevieve felt like pouring her heart out in his presence, and she had a hunch that he'd listen to every single concern of hers without a problem. At one point she did consider letting it all out, but the idea that they just recently met stopped her.
Genevieve thought of putting up a half-hearted smile and telling him that she's fine, but it was far from the truth. Besides that, she didn't want to lie anymore. Whether it was because he was a good person, or she was, Genevieve didn't want to deceive him out of all people.
She pulled her legs out from under the desk and shifted in her seat to face him. "Thank you."
"For?" His brows furrowed and he eyed her face out of sheer perplexity. Samuel didn't think he did anything to receive any form of gratitude.
