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officer ruth usman. hotline miami oc. written by marissa.

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"I'll be waiting here for you."

     “No, you won’t. Get out of my apartment.”

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█ ▌◆ —— the civil wars lyrics sentence starters

that’s the least of all my fears.

please forgive me.

devil’s gonna follow me wherever i go.

i’m a dead man walking.

you only know what i want you to.

i know everything you don’t want me to.

you think your dreams are the same as mine.

i wish you’d hold me.

i don’t have a choice but i’d still choose you.

you’ve been lonely too long.

let me in the wall you’ve built around.

let me hold your hand.

you’re like a mirror, reflecting me.

i never meant to get us in this deep.

i wish you were the one that got away.

oh, if i could go back in time. 

i wish i’d never seen your face.

he’s hidden his heart away.

all he really wants is for someone to want him back.

what i choose is my choice.

the killer in me is the killer in you.

you’re sunlight.

you’re my favorite song, always on the tip of my tongue.

look what you’ve done.

you own me with whispers like poetry.

your mouth is a melody i memorize. 

oh lord, what have i done?

i’ve fallen in love with a man on the run.

don’t take that sinner from me.

i’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you.

i just want to take him home.

he did what he had to do.

give me the burden, give me the blame. i’ll shoulder the loud and  i’ll swallow the shame.

don’t care if he’s guilty. don’t care if he’s not.

he’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that i’ve got.

i saw heaven every day.

don’t you fret my dear, it’ll all be over soon.

i’ll be waiting here for you.

i don’t want to talk right now.

for all that we’ve got, don’t let go.

i can’t pull you closer than this.

it’s just you and the moon on my skin.

just hold me.

she’s in love and she won’t be again.

i’m going to go home.

why are you so far from me?

in my arms is where you are to be.

how long will you make me wait?

i don’t know how much more i can take.

i’m still waiting patiently.

i wanna leave you.

i wanna give up.

i’m gonna say it if you won’t.

stop saying those sweet things you know i like to hear.

you’re right here with me.

you can’t blame me.

haven’t you noticed me drifting?

i’ve got to let you go.

i just keep losing myself.

one glance was all it took.

give me one more chance.

won’t you please let me into your heart?

i was blind to let you go.

i want you back.

trying to live without your love is like one long sleepless night.

i’m coming home real soon.

i love the best i can.

whatever you do, keep it with you.

sometimes i can’t tell where i am.

through it all we still remain.

all the king’s horses and all of his men couldn’t tear us apart.

i gave you all the love i’ve got.

this is no ordinary love.

i gave you more than i could give.

you’ll always be the only one.

i could get over you but please don’t ask me to.

you always said you want me to be happy but happiness was having you here with me.

you’ll always be the one that’s standing in my way.

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Rough: work  // Hide: mask     Foolish: kids   // Sad: death        Hate: harmful  // Light: morning  Dark: night  //  Mother: passed  Father: protective  // Child: responsibility  Marriage: difficult   // Love: complicated  Soft: pillow  // Pet: childhood Dream: sleep   // Divorce: painful   Water: necessary  // Loud: gunshot   Announcement: attention  // Power: valuable   Fight: war   // Smack: lips  White: chocolate  // Sick: sleep  Kiss: date   // Hug: calming  Hurt: bleeding  // Happy: peaceful

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   “—Hey. Yer kinda early. That’s alright, though. Jus’ hope y’ don’t mind waitin’ around a while - ain’t had a chance t’ get dinner started yet.”

   Turning, Spencer allows Ruth to enter the house: it’s not big, but it’s a definite step up from any of the shoddy apartments in this city. Veteran status does have its perks. Spencer’s daughter, June, sits at one side of the table in the kitchen area, currently sucked into the magazine in front of her.

    “Juniper– this is Ruth. Say ‘hi.’”

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     “Oh, that’s alright. I thought traffic was going to be terrible, so I figured I’d come by a bit early. Turns out it wasn’t bad at all.” Ruth appreciates what she feels is the spaciousness of his home. She has no reason to live in a house, but living in an apartment has its drawbacks.

     “Hey there, Juniper.” Ruth settles down at the kitchen table across from his daughter.  “Whatcha readin’?”

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01 May 89

     Dad called today. asked how I’m holding up. don’t see the point of that. Work is stressful, it’s hard to get much sleep when I’m working overtime.

     apartment is nicer than my last one. My neighbors are bearable. it’s a quiet building.

     about work: there were two major crime scenes on monday. a film producer’s home and a new station was torn apart. a woman was kidnapped as well. how many of these people are there?

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The rifle posed no concern for Corey. That Russian bastard didn’t stand a chance. Instinctively, she checked the clip in her gun. Five bullets left.

“Phone call?” She asked, the surprise faint in her dry voice. The news channels had mentioned the masked assailants received phone calls, ones telling them to maim, to slaughter, to kill. Yet neither Corey nor any of her friends had ever received such a call. They took on the task themselves. Strived to leave a mark on this Godforsaken city.

Besides, who wanted to be bossed around by some anonymous voice on a phone?

“No. We made our own call, lady. And we have this covered, so you can leave.”

     She’s survived this goddamn long-- maybe because a lot of the flack was weighted on Jacob. A little of the attention was diverted, at least. People in this city were still getting slaughtered left and right, though. In any case, Ruth didn’t want to become the next body.

     Neither would she care for anyone at the station to find out.

     The door swung open, and the man running in thudded against it as Ruth fired. Discretion was always advised, and this group weren’t making that any goddamn easier. She couldn’t just kill them, though. That didn’t feel right.

     “No. I’m seeing that this gets done. I’m only leaving this place once it’s cleared.”

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This was their job. A job Corey had spent hours preparing. After her stakeout, the five of them were supposed to take out the guards, slaughter the Russians inside and be done with it all, another weight lifted from their shoulders. The moment she showed up, the plans were completely derailed. 

Corey pulled the trigger, bringing another Russian to the ground. Her attention was far from the bleeding body, instead focused on the woman in the elephant mask, the mask intruding on her bloodbath. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

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     The zebra wasn’t the first one she’d seen in the place. Of all the calls she’d received, she’d never seen so many masks in one place. What the fuck is this?

     “I should be asking you that.” There were footsteps coming down the hall. Ruth points the rifle she’d taken from a fallen guard at the door, knew it’d be opening wide soon enough. “I got a phone call. Did you?”

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  Spencer nods, then shrugs. He’s not oblivious to the feeling. Things are getting bad out there. Worse than he remembers, anyway. Like the trouble followed them overseas.

  “—Takes time t’ get better. We gotta keep goin’– keep helpin’ people. Somebody’s got to. Hell, it’s our damn job.”

     “Well, of course. That’s the only damn good consistent thing right now.” From the army to the police force-- it was the only occupation she’d take when coming back. This isn’t the first time she’s shared her complaints to him, though. Talking about it is just the smallest form she could take of coping with all of this.

     “How’s your daughter holding up in this place?”