prolouge
Fire is a funny thing isn't it?
It can gleam in both night and day. Light both street and candle. Illuminate both flesh and land. Yet it burns both bone and skin, cremates bodies, and dances around withering plants. It ignites trees and suffocates animals. It's a beautifully dangerous concept. She was just as dangerous and beautiful as fire, and when she died; her body was like ashes on snow...scattered...allovertheplace...he left no evidence just pieces of her....and her memories.....apparently that's what all of us thought at least...
ch-1
Everyone's time comes to an end eventually. However its's not a question of who, where, when, that I should be asking myself. It is an inquiry of how I will react.
Will I run?
Will I hide?
Or will I accept my fate?
Honestly running and hiding will only just delay the inevitable. If I do either of those, I'd live out the rest of my days terrified of something pointless but, that's still not enough to make me choose the third option. There's that little sliver of hope that keeps me going, just enough to make me think, what if I run and come out alive?
Moonridge was never a normal town to me it felt.....different....I don't know why.....but it just did even more after my best friend.....or more
Elara Vance...she was one of the finest prosecutor in town she worked along with me I am Vivian Hale a detective and now in charge to solve her so called suicide or from my prespective.....a murder
unfornately everyone thinks it's a suicide but i knew her better she had no reason to do so she was married had kids and all that shit.
nobody even bothered investigate it everyone thought the calm and composed prosecutor had killed herself.
her husband didn't know anything (apparently) and her children???
the were too heartbroken to say anything...
the week before her death we kinda had a fight.....i didn't even get to say sorry that guilt has been eating me up whole.....
i've been feeling heIpless lately.....
I have to move on.......