#c:zee

... But all the promises we make From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you...

The place was quaint, all nestled into the suburbia of Long Beach’s north side. It was a three bedroom ranch which had been nicely decorated. Noting too flashy by any means. Something which just screamed middle class. He’d found the place on Airbnb and using the department's petty cash had rented it for the last week. Long enough to set up a transaction and wait patiently for the delivery. He’d been at a homicide earlier which had undoubtedly been connected to narcotics when he got the call his shipment was ready. Knowing his hands would be tied up for the next several hours he requested a drop off around 10pm. Surely, he’d be able to leave his partner to this while he closed loose ends of their little sting operation. 

Pulling into the drive just shy of ten he exited the car and headed into the brick home. Walking around the place he turned the lights and television before making his way to the fridge pulling out a carton of leftover Chinese food which he ate cold. Making it a few bites in he heard a soft knock at the door. Grabbing his mic he quicky affixed it before heading to the main hall. Swinging the front door open a lump formed in his throat. It was literally the last person he expected to see standing there. It was Zaniah...his Zee. The shock so defining he’d forgot momentarily what exactly was going on. Instead, he stuttered out, “Wh..what are you doing here?” The woman was still an unbelievable sight of raven-haired beauty with eyes the color of rich emeralds. He could not tell you how many nights were spent laying in a cot and thinking of Zee; more times than not it was often the last face he’d see before finding sleep. 

A split second later he’d come to his senses and reached for her wrist to pull her inside. The familiar touch of her soft skin and the fragrant scent was enough to bring him back to more gentler times, but realizing she was here to deliver the package his jaw locked up in anger. After he left there wasn’t too much he heard about his ex-girlfriend other than she taken up with his old friend Joe. After that, he didn’t ask anymore. He’d been angry despite not having any right to be given he’d left her behind. Realizing his grip was tightening he let go before he barked out, “Why the hell are you doing this?”