Why you ? (REQUESTED)

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The memorial stood at the edge of the Grimsborough cemetery, a stone cut cleanly and high, engraved with a name that still seemed impossible to read. Fresh flowers lined the base, some already withered in the cold of autumn. A light wind rustled through the trees, taking with it the quiet murmur of the officers gathered to pay their respects.

David stood among them, his hands deep in the pockets of his worn-out police jacket. Her spiked hair was more tousled than usual, and for once the pleasing glow in her blue eyes was unobtainable.

He stepped forward when the silence became too heavy, clearing his throat although his voice still broke.

"I keep thinking that you are going to come for a walk in the corridors of the station," he said while looking at the engraved stone. "That you have this damn smile, that you put a case file on my desk, and tell me that I’ve been negligent again. Feels bad—staying here, talking to a name carved in granite instead of you."

He shook his head, swallowing heavily. The shadow on his jaw didn’t hide how tired he looked.

"I thought you were going to be able to come back. Especially after all those times when you managed to get out of the trains..." A weak and broken laugh escaped him, but he died as quickly as he came. "It still doesn’t make things easier. This does not make the station less empty. First Rupert, then you....

Gloria moved next to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. David gave him a brief nod of thanks before continuing.

“You know, I thought I had seen everything in this job—every twisted pattern, every type of loss. But losing you? That’s a whole other weight. You weren’t just a cop. You were a family. And now the team is... different. Damn, I’m different."

His voice softened, almost a whisper now.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, wherever you are. But if you can... just know that you matter to me. To all of us. Grimsborough is a darker place without you, but we will continue to wear the badge, to pursue the truth. That’s what you would like."

Jones got his hands in his jacket, removing a small worn-out patch—the kind sewn on the department’s uniforms. He knelt down, carefully placing it at the base of the memorial.

"You’ve earned it more than anyone else," he muttered. "So here it stays. With you."

The wind recovered again, carrying with it the faint hum of grief that settled among the officers gathered. Jones stayed a moment longer, head down, before finally returning to the crowd, the pain of heavy loss on every line of his face.

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Here, you can come back from the death. You can choose how you survived, you can just continue the story and this universe without you.

You're free !

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Just so to say, I'll be less active (because, I start to work for real so the bot creation will be more difficult in my free time. AND because I just adopt a little kitt, so it will also be difficult to work on bots with her.) Hope you can understand ! (It will NOT be the end. It will just be even more slower to be created and published.)