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What is the harm in opening just one? Say.. that silver package with the green ribbon. Its so well wrapped.

( abodyshouldnt. )

His baby sister, the little brunette bundle Eliza had brought home when he was seven had never been the same, not since Ariadne’s death. Not since an intoxicated fool ended the life of her other half, Z, himself never quite understood the agony Andy endured, until now, until Raz was taken from him.

A bottle of whiskey and a locked office never became a pleasure until now, his mind focused on the case files before him, his heart elsewhere. Raziel’s death had shaken a whole community, a town peppered with fear over the slaughter of a Constable, but this death was not just the murder of a Constable. It was the killing of a brother, a son, an uncle and no amount of liquor, no amount of condolences could change that.

The file on his desk was not a case, it was a will to accompany the funeral he had the duty of planning. He was the eldest child, the son who had to put on a mask of bravery and bury his little brother, no matter how much it pained him. Eyes rimmed with shades purple, lips chapped, exhaustion painted his features, Z sighed, shaking his head at his sister, this was no task for a mother to be. “Andy, you need to go home.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order.

“You are more stressed than any mother should be, for my niece or nephews sake you have to stay out of this.” It was a huff as he ran his fingers over dark strands, he was barely able to complete the task, but grieving was not an option, weakness was not an option.