head. “You’re leaving,” she said, her voice still heavy with sleep but laced with understanding.} I have to, {I said, not meeting her eyes. She sat up, the sheets slipping down to her waist, but she didn’t try to stop me. “Is this how it always is for you? One foot out the door?” I paused, my hand - ThreadSky

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head. “You’re leaving,” she said, her voice still heavy with sleep but laced with understanding.} I have to, {I said, not meeting her eyes. She sat up, the sheets slipping down to her waist, but she didn’t try to stop me. “Is this how it always is for you? One foot out the door?” I paused, my hand

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notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

gripping the doorknob.} Yeah, {I admitted, my voice rough.} That’s just how it is. {She didn’t say anything else, and I didn’t wait for her to. Leaving her behind, I step out into the cold night air, the sharp chill biting at my skin as I made my way to the car. The

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

drive to the scene was a blur, my mind too full of static to focus on the road. Her face lingered in my thoughts, the way she’d looked at me like she was trying to understand something I didn’t even understand about myself. By the time I pulled up to the crime scene, the guilt

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

had settled in, familiar and unshakable. This was who I was now. A man who carried his past like a weight he couldn’t set down. A man who left good things behind because he didn’t know how to hold onto them. I step out of the car, shoving the thoughts aside. The scene was

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

already swarming with cops and forensics by the time I arrived, the harsh strobe of red and blue lights reflecting off damp pavement. The cold, metallic tang of blood hit me before I even reached the tape. I duck under it, nodding to the uniformed

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officer stationed there. } FBI, { I said, flashing my badge. “Agent Kane.” Detective Moreno was the first to approach me, her leather jacket pulled tight against the chill. She was tough, sharp-eyed, and about as no-nonsense as they came. “You’re late.”} Yeah, well, I was busy, { I muttered,

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

falling into step beside her as we made our way toward the carnage. The alley was a mess. Two bodies lay sprawled on the ground, both men, both riddled with bullets. Blood pooled beneath them, glistening in the light of the streetlamps. The graffiti-splashed walls told the rest of

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