1Author's Note: Dedicated to Chris Bradley, who 'gave us heartworms,' and took St. Louis by storm. Thank you for what you've given me. You were a friend, a brother, and a great person until the very end. You will never be forgotten.
Guilt. It's the most powerful thing I could have ever come up with. I brought in a true gem. A diamond by the name of Jackson. He was accepted to my team instantly, and was far too loveable not to stay there. Time and time again, he proved his worth to me. He was strong and prideful, and he was the most difficult man to control that I've met in my life. He and I argued all the time, and I spent most of my days yelling at him. Still, when it came down to it, he gave everything he had to my team, including his life.
Here I stand at a funeral that isn't fake. A life that was truly taken in my line of work, and I can't help but wonder if fighting so hard is worth the cost that could be paid in the end. Eliot blames himself, but there was nothing he could do. I was the one who called Jackson into it, and I was the one who pushed him to fall in love with Parker. In the end, the fault is mine, not Eliot's, not Parker's, and not Sophie's. The blame is mine, and I intend to take it.
A life was truly lived with Jackson, and I found him and started to care for him just in time to lose him. Funny the way things always work out like that.
I wonder if I should quit this, call it all off, but there is still danger, and I can only imagine what Jackson would say to me if I gave up now, after fighting so hard.. He will be avenged, if it's the last thing I do. I will finish the job that I started, for him. I swear that his death will not be in vain. I rest one hand on the casket and sigh.
"Adieu, mon amie. Je tu manquerai." (Goodbye, my friend. I will miss you.)
Rest in peace, Chris, my friend, my brother.