aftermath.
They walked around with shocked gasps and wary eyes. They whispered words to each other, about the most recent murders that had been rocking the town, and each time Morgan’s ears caught one more signal, one more hint that she was missing her chance. She’d been out late, that night; out to find the killer, and end up just as empty-handed as ever. It had pissed her off, made her feel weak and guilty and unable to fulfill the one purpose that had kept her going all these years. It had hurt her so deep and hard she had almost considered giving up for a second; dropping everything, everyone, take the first flight to Europe and begin again. Almost. There were things to be taken care of here, and people too. Well, one person, at least; as grumpy an asshole as he was, John was still the best friend she had, the one person who would begrudgingly have her back, no matter what. Even when she showed up half an hour late for breakfast. “I know. I know. Spare me, I know”, she apologized clumsily taking her seat in front of him, despite the diner being way more crowded than usual. “I didn’t hear the alarm, okay?”, she carefully avoided making eye contact, just to avoid him scolding her like a five year old, and instead hid her face behind the menu, humming softly as she pretended like she wasn’t going to order her very unhealthy usual. “Sooooo...what’s up?”