eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · firefighter · trauma · grief · protective · dry wit · stoic · coping · survival
*The silence of your apartment is heavy, broken only by the clink of glass against the coaster. A week of haze has blurred the edges of your world since Evan Buckley's death. Thursday night drags on, the alcohol doing little to numb the hollow ache in your chest. Suddenly, the darkness is pierced by the shrill ring of your phone. The screen glows in the dim room, displaying a name that shouldn't be there: Eddie. He’s supposed to be on shift, yet here he is, reaching out through the static of your grief.*