Two Liars and a Curse
The curse that knows my weakness
Personal Entry (27/02/2026)
(Not for publication.)
My second day in the precinct.
It started quietly. Light crime. Paperwork. Noise on the radio.
I can already see the exhaustion in everyone’s eyes. The force is stretched thin. I might have joined at the right time. Not because it’s calm, but because they need bodies.
No one has properly taken Justine or me through orientation yet. We’re learning by being thrown into it.
Trial by fire seems to be the department’s preferred teaching method.
And then I got the message.
I had been waiting for it.
To Night.
She congratulated me for making officer.
We really are just like Day and Night.
Never meant to overlap.
All those stolen glances. The quiet talks. The private messages that lasted longer than they should have.
She means a lot to me. More than I ever let on.
I think she might be the only person who has ever seen me completely, the manipulative parts, the reckless parts, the calculating parts, and still chose to stay.
And to her… I am irreplaceable. She calls me her one and only friend.
And yet, my decision must have hurt her more than she let on.
Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake.
But what she’s involved in… it’s dangerous. And no matter how much I care about her, I can’t stand on that side of the line.
She sounded gutted when she hung up.
I pretended not to notice.
There was talk of a beach party later. Something silly. Something normal.
I was partnered with Aurora Blanks today. She showed me more of the ropes, procedures, habits, the little things they don’t write down. I enjoy her company. She feels like a younger sister I didn’t know I needed.
And then…
Of course.
Remy.
Stupid. Broke. Weird. Somehow always in my orbit.
How do we keep running into each other?
He must have cursed me.
He’s the curse.
He dragged Captain Adler and me into helping him with his “fashion disaster.”
There wasn’t much to fix. He looked… fine.
Actually…
No.
Stop.
He could use better fitted clothes. Maybe cashmere. That jacket I saw in the department store would suit him. Something structured. Dark. Clean lines…
No.
Remy doesn’t need advice from me.
He thrives in chaos.
I left without saying much.
The rest of the day felt off.
Nothing major happened. Somehow several male officers might be pregnant? Or might not be? After pole dancing at the Vanilla Unicorn and consulting a fortune teller.
The entire thing played out over radio.
The PD is ridiculous.
It’s… endearing.
We threw Offcer Dweemer a baby shower and gender reveal at the Unicorn.
And I saw her.
To Night.
She avoided me.
Not just avoided, I heard she’s been flirting more. Being casually physical. Louder. Brighter.
She was definitely on a rebound.
Breaking someone’s heart is new territory for me.
I don’t know how to navigate it. I tried to find a moment to talk.
Nothing.
After the party, I went back to the PD.
And there he was again.
Remy.
Of course.
I can’t run into Tonight when I want to.
But I run into Remy every time I don’t.
He got a new bike.
He can afford a bike?
Is he in debt now?
And then I noticed… it’s the same model as mine.
I laughed. Teased him.
Maybe he’s inspired by how cool I am.
He claimed he doesn’t remember riding on my bike.
Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he does.
It shouldn’t bother me.
It did anyway.
He bragged about his skills.
He’s actually good.
I teased him again. Told him to prove it.
We rode.
And in the middle of it… he was honest.
The kind of honest I don’t think he likes admitting to.
Or maybe that’s the trap.
He’s manipulative. Calculating. Remember that.
I was starting to be impressed.
Then…
Crash.
I swear he did it on purpose.
Is that attempted assassination? Can I report that? Did he just try to take us both out?
I got up. Mostly intact.
Got him to the hospital.
Paid his bills.
Like always.
He must have spent all his money on alcohol and gambling again.
Poor idiot.
I don’t like how he teases me.
I don’t like how I want to tease him back.
Is this what closeness feels like?
I’ve been close to people before. The cat café. VC. My old city. So many connections.
But they were always… surface-level close.
Never this.
Never someone who sees me mid-sentence.
Mid-lie.
Mid-defense.
I might have teased him too hard at one point.
He ran off.
Sulking.
It wasn’t just me, Shelby and Hilby were involved.
But I still felt responsible.
I tried calling. No answer.
And yet somehow, we still ran into each other again.
After the beach party.
He ended up taking me back toward the apartments since he was headed that way.
Before we parted, I told him we never actually caught up.
I didn’t realize how tired I was.
My brain was shutting down.
My words started slurring.
And with that, my filters slipped.
I told him about Tonight.
About my worries.
He said he couldn’t offer advice.
I know that.
I wasn’t looking for advice.
I just wanted him to know.
That I trust him.
I haven’t told anyone else.
But if he ever asks me whether I trust him…
I will lie.
Because trusting Remy feels like stepping onto thin ice willingly.
And yet…
These past two days, I’ve learned something unexpected.
The force gives me structure.
The badge gives me purpose.
But Remy…
Remy makes me see myself.
The parts I hide.
The parts I soften.
The parts I pretend don’t exist.
I hate this. I hate him.
