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Race’s favorite part about going to Jack’s office was the ability to look up to clear skies at night.
Somehow, every night there would have no clouds to obscure the view from twinkling stars millions of miles away. Not even light pollution dimmed the fire that the stars roared with. He didn’t understand exactly how it could be like this, but he didn’t care.
He leaned his elbows on the hard concrete edge of the pathway wall. He stood outside the front doors and looked out to the sky between the tall, sturdy maple trees that framed the glass entrance. He stood on one leg, the other crossed behind him and his eyes traced between constellations, hopping between Ursa minor, Orion’s belt, Cassiopeia.
Fairy lights were hung and tied between the two trees, no doubt put up by a worker’s child. The sign for the building was just under them and the 3D letters cast shadows down to the blades of grass below. “NYPD Organized Crime Control Bureau,” it read.
Cricket’s hummed their joyous night tune as subtle car horns continued to yell out in the distance of the city. Jack’s office wasn’t very far from the bustling streets of New York, in fact it was right by the water in a secluded side of Manhattan, right by the Hudson. He worked as an investigator for major crimes. On very rare occasions, he would even go out on the field with their friend Sarah, or Smalls as they called her. She worked with the NYPD and helped with Jack’s department from time to time.
Race’s boyfriend worked with Jack, too. They were rivals, no, enemies in high school. Always at each other's throats, they were. Eventually, they gave up the needless bites at each other and found their own lives. Ironically, their lives still ended up nearly the exact same. It makes Race smile to think they can get along sometimes without ripping each other's kidneys out.
A glitter in the dark and sparkling abyss drew Race’s eyes up to the moon. It was a new moon. New moons always had some small significance to Race. The day he met Jack was on one, his first kiss, graduating college, most great things in life happened on a new moon. But also, his mother lost her life drowning in the river on a new moon.
He could take that as a sign to hate the new moon phase, to despise every passing day that it lands on. But he doesn’t. He believes it represents a new start–a new beginning to a chapter in a wild book of twists and turns. Deep down inside, he hopes the day he dies is on a new moon, that was it comes full circle.
Race took a sigh and drew his eyes away from the shining moon and turned around to head back inside, taking a final whiff of the fresh summer air.
“Hey!” A voice chirped innocently from behind. He turned back around to see a single person clad all in black.
And before he knew it, his head was grabbed from behind, his mouth was covered, and his vision was as dark as the sky around the new moon’s glow.