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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One week later
"Hurry up." Genevieve grumbled, and she narrowed her eyes to see further ahead through the windshield.
There was a traffic jam on the road she was on, and she had been sitting in wait for at least thirty minutes. She tried several things to keep herself occupied but none of them succeeded. The blinding rays of sunlight that poured into the car made her all the more restless.
She was on her way to the police station and somehow, the road that she always took because of its emptiness, was jam packed with cars right now. The day where her officer badge was returned to her had finally arrived, but it seemed that even the universe didn't want that to happen.
Genevieve climbed out of her car and approached another vehicle. She spotted a woman who sat inside, and it looked like she was trying to quieten her crying baby. The female cop stood by for a little while before she signaled for her to roll down the window. And when the woman did, she voiced her question.
"Do you have an idea of what's going on?"
"I heard something about a car accident at the intersection, but I don't know if that- for god's sake can you please stop crying?"
The woman directed her attention back to the uncontrollable toddler, whereas concern took over Genevieve. Before she knew it, her legs turned her around and carried her down the road. The hurried steps changed into jogs, then into a flat out sprint. She dodged multiple cars with ease as she ran towards the site of the accident.
Her sprint had slowed down considerably when she reached the area of the traffic lights. Two traffic constables stood at the start of the road with their hands held out, which was to stop the cars from potentially moving. Behind them, a large group of even more police officers stood, and it seemed as though they were surrounding the aftermath of an incident.
Genevieve walked up to the constables. It was a good thing that she was in her uniform, otherwise they would have ushered her back to her car.
"Good day to you. Can any of you tell me what's going on?" She asked, and one of them looked at her.
"Good day to you too ma'am. There has been a car crash over here. Er, I think it was an officer."
A confused look formed on her face, and her eyes darted between the two of them in bewilderment. Rarely did police officers end up crashing their cars, which led Genevieve to wonder about who it could possibly be.
"Who?"
"They identified him to be someone named Samuel Anderson. He was a detective at one of our stations."
It was as if time stopped. A numb sensation overtook Genevieve almost entirely, and for a moment she felt like she had blanked out. It was after a few seconds that her brain made sense of the constable's words, and she could have sworn that her heart dropped to her stomach. Her perplexed expression had changed into one of impassiveness, but her internal state was the complete opposite. She was breaking down on the inside.
She had lost her hearing too. The shouts and protests of the constables never made their way into her ears, when she rushed right past them. A faint but high pitched beep replaced the noises of the outside world, for Genevieve had become temporarily deaf. She was deafened by her grief.
When she reached the huddled group of officers, Genevieve shoved several of them to the side roughly to make space for herself. And none of them dared to stop her. Upon passing through them all, her eyes landed on a recognizable car whose front was lodged right into a pole of the traffic lights. The bonnet was fully damaged. It was in tatters.
Before she could have a look at the person on the driver's seat, a pair of strong and familiar arms grabbed onto her shoulders to stop her. Someone positioned themself right in front of her to block her line of sight, which wiped the blank look off her face and replaced it with one of frustration.
"Gene-"
"Get out of my face."
Genevieve thrashed in his hold, but Alec refused to back down. His grasp on her only tightened, and he stepped closer to her in an attempt to contain her. But he couldn't. Because she had managed to catch a glimpse of the unlucky driver. She recognized the bloodied and battered face of her dear best friend, which rested limply against the steering wheel. It was then that all of her movements slowed down to a stop.
Immediate tears sprang to her eyes. They covered her orbs in a thin blanket of gloss, making them look like jewels of melancholy. Her vision had gotten to be blurry, but it cleared out once again when a droplet left her left eye. It made it's journey down her cheek, and it wasn't long before the left eye followed suit.
Genevieve was frozen to her spot. She could have easily been mistaken for a statue, had it not been for the tears that dripped down her face so freely.
"Samuel."
Her broken whisper was nearly inaudible. It was dulled down due to her overwhelming sorrow. Genevieve called his name out again in a similar manner. This time, Alec heard it, but he didn't say or do anything to console her. He only held her in place firmly, in case her legs planned on giving out from underneath her.
She voiced the name for the third time, but it wasn't as inaudible as the last two times. In fact, it came out in the form of an agonizing scream.
Genevieve yelled his name out with all her might. She held this hope that it could somehow bring him back to life. The occasional drips from her eyes had changed to frequent ones, and she resumed her thrashing. Her pained screams never seemed to stop. They carried on without falter, with only word nestled in between.
