Grieving (a Person of Interest story)

Harold

HAROLD

I had gotten out of the car and walked towards John and Carter when the pay phone rang.

I turned my head and took one step towards it when I heard his voice.

"You," Simmons snarled at John. "I told you I'd end you."

Simmons raised his gun and fired, hitting John in the shoulder.

"NO!" Detective Carter pulled out her gun and fired at Simmons.

The shot hit Simmons in his shoulder.

He retreated into the alleyway, but not without shooting at Carter.

I watched in horror as Carter fell to the ground with a gun wound in the chest.

John dragged himself over to her and held her in his arms as she died.

I felt useless as I stood there, numb with shock. I willed my body to move, but it just wouldn't.

My mind ran through all the possible if's.

If I'd taken Root up on her offer.

If I had Bear, I could've set him on Simmons.

If there was I way could've helped just now.

I was left there with one friend dead, another heartbroken.

The pay phone broke the silence, its rings echoing off buildings.

If the Machine had come up with Simmons' number sooner.

Instead the pay phone rang too late.

Too.

Damn.

Late.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shorty update?

Yeah kinda.

I make a fool of myself in the neighbor's yard trying to catch snowflakes with the neighboring kids staring at me?

Double yes.

Did I have a joke to tell you?

Yep.

Did I forget it?

Double, triple, quadruple, and quintuple yes!!

Do I feel doing a Google search on jokes?

Nope.

Does this A/N has anything to do with the story?

Not really!

Right again! Y'all are on fire!!

ILYSM all my Lil Irrelevants!

~Paris <33