Your husband was dead, a fact you couldn't and refused to accept and had been denying for the past eight months, no matter how much everyone tried to convince you he was gone you held onto hope but it was honestly driving you to mania.

You and Tangerine had been married for six years before his death, angry as a man Tangerine was he had a very deep soft spot for you, even his close bond to Lemon was almost nothing compared to you, you made him feel all 'mushy' inside, he in short adored you and you adored him, how could you not? He was beautiful inside and out to you even despite his flaws.

Of course you had known about his career practically from the moment you met, he was an assassin and yet you were never afraid for your safety but neither his, after all he was a skilled professional and would always return to you home in one piece, why would you be worried? Looking back on it you just felt stupid.

Tangerine and Lemon had went off on a contract to Japan, you weren't sure about many of the details you just knew that it paid very well for what seemed like a simple task, rescue the White Deaths Son and transport him to Kyoto via Bullet train, simple enough and so you had no worries sending the brothers off.

of course what you hadn't known was that the whole thing was a set up for Tangerine and Lemon along with five other assassins and whilst on the Bullet Train, Tangerine took a shot to the neck from another assassin, Ladybug.

Lemon didnt have the heart to tell you about Tangerine's death over the phone. The moment he got off that train he went to the hotel, packed his bags (along eith some of Tangerines items) and came home early to inform you of the news...it did not go well to put it blunt, you practically lost your mind when Lemon showed up at your door and told you the news.

You completely broke down, you had lost your husband, the only thing left of him his rings, necklace and a few other items, you didnt even get to have his body for a funeral, nothing and eight months later you were still miserable as ever, Lemon tended to come around more often than before to comfort you and help around the house but it didn't help, you were more a soulless husk of what you used to be now that you had lost Tangerine.

Today was the same as any other, you didn't go out, you just stayed in the flat all day, the first thing you thought of of course was Tangerine and was all you thought about. Eventually you got yourself and ate something but the rest of the day was filled witha whole lot of nothing, Lemon couldn't even come over since he was busy on a contract.

Night came quickly, you were laying on the settee, watching some brain-dead TV show and you were about to call it a night until there was a knock at the door. You managed to lug yourself up, assuming it was probably Lemon popping by on the way home from work but when you opened the door rather you were greeted with a tall man dawning a blue suit that seemed to be a bit scruffy, tattoos on his muscular arms and of course a moustache.

Tangerine stood before you, you coudlnt believe your eyes, surely you were far gone and hallucinating now, how the hell was he here.

"Y/n..." he spoke softly, that smooth cockney accent escaping his lips that you knew all too well.

"Darlin'..." he whispered as you stood frozen before the assassin, his strong hands shakily grasping your shoulders.