Kraig walked into the precinct, following the directions of a police officer, and found his way to the homicide department. He knew he garnered attention as he walked through the precinct—from the entrance to the reception and down to the homicide department. Eyes followed him, whether they belonged to cops or criminals. Everybody stared. On any other day, Kraig would have been sure that he couldn't walk into the homicide department without blushing furiously at the attention. But right now, he was angry, in a hurry, and desperately wanted to get Leah arrested. The superfluously large precinct added to the irritation he was feeling. He kept walking but was still yet to find the department he was looking for, and there were quite a number of people there, for some reason, wouldn't move out of the way. After many anger-inducing incidents, Kraig finally stopped in front of a door. He walked in and saw that there were about seven to ten tables; he had passed by a lot of doors, peering

Kraig walked back home and couldn't get the incident out of his mind. He tried to shake off how he was feeling, tried to act like he wasn't affected, but no matter how hard he fought back the tears, he just couldn't win, and he was reduced to crying like a baby. He sat down on a step of the staircase and bawled his eyes out. He had been told not to blame himself for what happened to her, but how could he not? And how is it that even though he wasn't to be blamed, he was suffering this much. The woman he loved didn't want anything to do with him. She pushed him away, demanded that he let her be, requested for him to stay away from her family. She wanted nothing to do with him. How could he not blame himself for such a thing? He heard footsteps approaching his location, and soon he immediately wiped the tears off his face. "It's only me," Wesley said as he sat down beside Kraig. "There's no shame in crying. Society has made a man feel like crying is a show of weakness when, in fact

Kraig stood in front of his grandfather's room. He had kept himself busy just to avoid battling with the emotions Wynn's actions had provoked in him. He knew pushing everyone away wasn't the ideal thing to do, but he couldn't handle any drama from anyone when his own life was so chaotic.He turned the doorknob and entered the room. It wasn't that early in the morning; he was even set to leave for work. So, it wasn't a surprise when he saw Jade feeding him breakfast.The two of them turned their heads to see who had walked in without knocking. Jade was holding a spoonful of oats, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. She was clothed in a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra.Kraig smiled, "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be here."Jade smiled and went back to feeding the old man, "Why wouldn't I be here?" she asked.Kraig shrugged, walked further inside, and closed the door behind him. He went ahead to sit on the bed. Due to the small size of the bed, his body was dangerously close to Jade

That hadn't been a date," Jade was quick to clear the air.Kraig frowned; he was curious about the reason why she would immediately refute his claim. He had thought that she would be smart enough to know that he was still in character. What they had done that night had been for the cases. If anybody were to find out that they had gone out for undercover work, they might get into trouble.But Jade was myopic and inherently stupid. She didn't see things the way he saw them, and that was why he kept uttering all sorts of profanities in his head.Meanwhile, Carolene was looking at them, seeing how desperate Jade was not to sound as if she was cheating on her or anything.Cheating?Carolene was shocked by the choice of word.This wasn't cheating.They weren't in a relationship.She looked at Jade; the woman's eyes were on her own as well, and in that second, it felt like they were instantly thrown into a place where they were alone, lost in their affections for each other.Carolene shook h

The sun was just setting, painting the sky with a mixture of ornage and yellow. The stars were akready peeking out to the sky, trying to overshadow the light of the sun. And the moon waitwd patiently for it to have its chnace to finakly display its glow, whether or not it was incomplete.Juan, dressesnin a black tux stood beside his car under the orange sky. Gkancing at thw clouds that looked like the stars were magical dusts that scattered around it, givung it a glitter never seen before.His short hairnwas well trimmed, and gelled to the back, somentendriks hanged aroubd his the side of his foirehead making him look like annart from the renaissance. He stood, resting on one of his leg amas he peeled his eyes away fem the grandiose sught above him.Wynn, who had been having a hard timw at jome ever since Leah got arrested, walked from her oathway yo the gate where Juan was waiting for her.She wore a dress. A silk, ruched dress that made her look like she fekk feom a modelling magaz