Hamartia
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Achilles is known to be a vibrant guy no matter what happens, but he finally gets to ask Aria out, the love of his life. One incident turns his life around.

Detective-Inspector Priscilla Evans reluctantly arrives at a homicide crime scene. However, when she learns that her ex-best friend, Achilles, is a witness, she finds herself in a whirlwind of "what could have been, what had been, what is, and what could be," confused about what role she should play in his life.

Hamartia

by teaunderthesea

It is a night of pandemonium.

I am used to the chaos. I am used to going out in the middle of the night to heed a call. However, I am still not used to the shock of seeing a new corpse.

"Evening, DI Evans," my partner DI Stark greeted me.

"I'll handle the corpse. I'll let you interrogate the witness instead," he tells me. We've been partners for years, and we know each other's weaknesses already.

"You know me too well, Ben," I say with a smile.

He fills me with information as I walk towards the car where the witness is. The victim is female. Apparently, the witness is her lover. #

I see a man in his twenties, stationary in one place.

I have seen various reactions to shock: sobs, pleas and bawls. But I have never seen someone temperamentally disinclined to talk. It is far more terrifying.

"Achilles?" I say in shock, staring at my ex-best friend.

"Priscilla?" his voice stifling his stutters, as we stare in shock, for we have not talked to each other for the past years. The unwelcome pain in my chest returns.

"I finally asked her out while we were on the bridge,"

he says, his voice shaking. "She said yes. I told her to wait as I went to my car to give her the painting she always wanted. And when I went back..."

Despite the tension, he hugs me as he loses control.

"She's dead, murdered," he stutters, clinging to me tightly. He is losing his balance. "Who?" "Aria." #

I decide to drive Achilles home so I can tuck him to bed.

"So far, the evidence we've got is that the perp is female. Five foot two. Right handed, based on the gunshot wound," I explain as he sits motionless. "She left a note on the body, 'Let me be.'"

"She has a name," he snaps back.

I almost carry him as I lead him to his room. I close all the lights, ready to leave, when I hear his baritone voice calling me.

"Tell me the Words," he pleads. I sit next to him.

My right hand trail his face lightly, as I speak: "I am not afraid..." "...I am not afraid." "I am not afraid of the dark." "I am not afraid of the dark." "Now go to sleep, my hero."

He finally falls asleep, that hero who never became mine.

He is my hamartia, my fatal flaw, my sweetest downfall. He is my Achilles... Achilles' heel. My short figure casts a long shadow on the floor. Let me be.

Aria will be forever sleeping now.

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6 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Thank you so much for your encouraging comment!

teaundertheseaa soul following the trail of lights
6 months agoReply
@tdog16 I'm leaving the conclusion to you! ;-)

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
6 months agoReply
This was well played and written. I loved the immediate hooks then the follow-up. You made the beginning of an insanely interesting story. Great work!!!

tdog16Gifted Writer14 and excited!
6 months agoReply
Woah...wait what! Was she the murderer??!!! I'm lost...sorry I just got so into the story!