
Weeks later…

If you don’t come home soon,
I’ll ruin every table in your house.

There’s always something to remind me.

Going out of my head
Alone in this bed

Drabble:
Some days after they closed a case, he would hang out with Chin and Kono. To talk about everything beside the case, talk about their lives… and about their absent boss. How they all missed Steve and his shenanigans. Those are good days.
Some other days, he just smiled and declined his friends’ invitation. He drove home, grabbed a beer or two, and sat on the beach where sand got everywhere. He didn’t give a fuck anymore though. And he would read it again. That letter. Absorbed every single words until they burned into his soul. Then he just sat there until the sun went down.
And hang on for a little while longer.

He doesn’t really like the beach.

Dear Danno…

Coffee doesn’t taste good as it used to.

It’s just not the same.

Come home soon.