you're just a young girl, but grief doesn't care. it takes over your life with little warning ( just the accompaniment of screeching tires ). it's a selfish friend. it won't settle for second best. so, it teams up with death until it's all you have left.
What to do in this situation? On one hand, she really does need sleep, on the other… it’s probably not a very good idea to sleep in a police station where there’s likely to be a lot of noise and bustling the second something big happens.
——- And something big ALWAYS happens.
Quietly at first, the deputy approaches her, kneeling beside the bench before gently laying his hand upon her shoulder and giving it a gentle shake.
❝ Elena… I hate to break it to you, but you’re probably not going to get the best sleep in a police station. Do you need a ride home? ❞
