Belong by Nerdy Cat (the false prince series TXT) 📕

Kate nodded her head at her, "If it will help ease your nerves"Emily only nodded and got her pack of table that was still sat on the table. Her mind wondered back to how this night started. She had a bad day at work, recieved a nasty call from her mom afterwards, and then she went home. A strange lonliness had striked her while in there and the lunch she had placed on her small dinning table suddenly felt revolting. She opted for a long hot shower while a symphony of Beethhoven played in the background. She went out. got dressed and tried lazing around on the sofa, but the lonliness wouldn't go away, the memories and the pain that had always accompanied them stayed stubbornly there. That's how she found hereself in Hamlet sitting there, and during her second cup of coffee Liam came in. A boring night ends with a murder case. She laughed with dry humor in her head. 

She lit her cigarette, "We went on one date" She let the smoke slowly out of her mouth, it was a shaky breath. "We decided it wouldn't work though; he was in a very unstable period of his life. And we agreed on being friends. In spite of that, I didn't see much of him later on. Another friend of mine, George Miller. He was my friend from back home and also a friend of Arnold and we kind of became friends because of him in the first place...George told me that Arnold got himself a nice girlfriend a month or so, I don't know her name or anything about her" She resumed her tale with a low voice, her eyes not catching those of Kate or Liam. She found the scratching lines present on the brown table much more interesting. 

"I see" Kate said, and turned her next question to Liam, "You said he was going through an unstable time in his life. What do you mean?"Emily gave a dry low laugh and said, "When has he even been stable?" Liam sighed for the milionth time and reluctuntly said, "Arnold, despite him being a grown man, he had always struggled with himself. He couldn't really figure out his place in the world. He struggled with the knowledge and lack of it. His beliefs or lack of them turned him into a skeptic person"

"Have you noticed any strange behaviour from him recently?" Kate asked in wonder, or some reason she started playing with the idea of him joining a cult in her head. "Detective Johnson, Arnold is strange. His behaviour has always been..." EMily struggled to find the proper word to describe him, she swallowed slightly then said, "Peculiar" 

'I find it hard to find my place in this world. I never felt that sense of belonging. I don't belong to my home, to my family, and I never felt like I belonged to any of my ex-girlfriends. I might be considered a recluse. I am not sure'  

She remebered his words to her, one of their first time having a heart to heart talk. They were in a pub and she could still remember the smell of his breath mixed with alcohol and her the smoke of her cigarettes. They had been waiting for George, who as always found himself with a girl and decided to ditch them. They spent the night talking her told her about the depth of his heart that day and somehow she found herself connecting with him. She found herself relating to his feelings. He voiced what she had always felt but could never put in words. 

The memory was interupted with another, a one that was rather a relaization of the true situation of Arnold. At irst she thought that they were pretty similar and that was why she find solace in being around him, but later she figured out how wrong she had been. She had met his family, she got to know his mother, and she found how the problem was originated from his own mind. There were no external factors to lead him down the road of depression; it was all him. At that point she couldn't help but judge him, perhaps envy him a little bit. They were not similar, where her lonliness and slight depression originated from all kinds of external factors, he was the total opposite of that. 

"Arnold had become rather distant in the past few months. I think once he and Emily kind of gew distant he somehow started to drift away" Liam said as an answer to Kate's question. "We didn't really end things on good terms. Arnold needed someone to agree with all his actions, he needed someone to ollow him blindly and find him excuses for whatever bad deeds he does. Emily, however, had too much of a backbone for that" 

Kate seemed to be curious as to what he meant and she wanted to ask more questions, the door opened again and this time more people came. Apparently the CSI team has arrived and in a second the place was crowded and buzzing with so many people. Kate stood up and both Thomas and Guisepee started engaging them in a conversation.  Both Liam and Emily stayed were they had been, "I cannot believe that this is actually happening" Liam stated to no one in particular. Emily put out her cigarette and started collecting her things. Once she stood up Kate was at her side straight away. 

"I'd like to get your phone numbers and addresses, we might need to call you for further information if needed" Kate said kindly and both Liam and Emily gave her their details which she wrote in a small notebook. "I can drive you home if you want. It is pretty late" Liam offered Emily as the detective walked away. EMily shook her head slightly and refused, "I think I'd like to walk a bit before going home" She put her bag over her shoulder and was heading for the door, while Liam was still gathering his Jacket. 

"Ms. Webber, if it is okay we would like to take a DNA sample and perhaps your fingerprints. It would make our job a lot easier" Thomas said with an emotionaless and rather stoic tone. Emily nodded her head, "Of course, anything to help" she mumbled the words and fought the tears that were gathering in her eyes. Instantly two men came to her with plastic boxes, they placed them on the table she had previously occupied and started gathering their samples. "You too Mr. Watson" Thomas gave Liam a knowing look, to which he also nodded. 

Thomas walked back to the place where the body of Mark Harold lied. He took another look and his face was one of disgust at the scene. "A lot of anger here I see" Guisepee stated with a calm tone. "So what is the cause of death?" Thomas asked the man, his eyes never leaving the body. "Stab wounds as suspected earlier. However, it was the lose of blood that had cost him his life" He took of the white gloved he'd been wearing and hummed slightly under his breath, "Somehow it's like all the wounds are not meant to kill, none of the stabs  hit a vital organ...at least that is what I have got from the primary inspection. The estimated time of death is between 11.00 Pm to 12.00 Midnight" 

Publication Date: 12-11-2019

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