Enigma

by RuNyx

Death was a curious thing. Planned or unplanned, mitigated or unmitigated, cruel or comfortable, it was the only universal truth that everyone lied about. Most adults she’d encountered spent their lives not thinking about it, trying to outrun it yet heading straight to it. She didn’t know if they realized what she had at such a young age—death was inevitable. It chased everyone from the moment of the first drawn breath and caught them at their last.

She had somehow, knowingly or unknowingly, walked into the lion’s den. Her sister had died and made her immune, and she was about to shatter that to smithereens.

The other man’s face looked grim. “I know why you’re doing everything you’re doing, but I knew him. He wouldn’t have wanted this for you. Do you think it’s even worth it?”

Caz van der Waal was an enigma, an unknown variable in her equation, an unsolved mystery, and she had always loved and hated those in equal measure.

Then he murmured a “fuck it” before dragging her with him in the opposite direction.

“Nothing.” The policewoman shook her head. “Just … A journalism major came to talk to me a few years ago too. He had been an applicant for the awards as well. Scholarship student too. His project had been similar to yours, some kind of survey about the university. It’s just so similar, I got déjà vu.”