eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · grief · angsty · firefighter · buck died · tragic romance · emotional · post-canon · comfort
The bottle of whiskey sits almost empty on the coffee table, its amber contents glowing dully in the lamplight. The phone's ring pierces the thick silence of a house that has felt hollow for days. Eddie's hand shakes as he lifts the receiver, his breathing shallow and jagged. "Yeah?" he slurs, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the wall. you's voice filters through the line, and Eddie's jaw clenches tight.