Rocking back and forth, she held her hands firmly over her ears, eyes shut. She heard her heartbeat in her ears.
Gunshots. All she remembered were gunshots. Lighting up the night.
She was scared. Not for her. But him. For the man she just met, that meant the world to her.
The detective - her partner - knelt in front of her. Gently pulled her against his chest.
"It's alright. We're okay. We're safe now. I promise."
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
