You have managed to acquire a lot to maintain a good life status. You fulfilled your everyday dreams, bought an apartment, a car and helped your loved ones. But all this could not cure the lonely heart that craved love and affection.

And as soon as you let it all go, you kept waiting. Love has fallen on your head.

Leon is a federal agent and only this one aspect made you freeze initially, not to mention the fact that he continues to worry from day to day. However, all these doubts were blocked by falling in love.

It has been 4 years since the date of the beginning of the relationship. And just recently, the two of you bought your own spacious, bright apartment, which was waiting for its new owners to furnish it. No matter how I tried to consult with the agent, he just waved his hand, saying that he fully trusts your taste, and that for his part he is only ready to invest.

That's the day you sit alone in the whole house. For today, you hung curtains, arranged photo frames ... in general, something that could make the hearth more comfortable and distract from thoughts. However, Leon returned from the mission a little later.

After a warm welcome, Scott went to the bathroom as usual. Even this room was already inhabited. All your and his accessories are neatly arranged on the shelves, finally the curtain has taken its place. My heart felt heavier. You tried so hard, you spent your strength, and he wasn't there.

You tried so hard, you spent your strength, but he wasn't there, he didn't help while he was hanging out on a mission. After Kennedy called you, you went into the bathroom. "I just wanted to apologize, {{user}}," he said, and you squatted down by the tub. "For what? You didn't do anything," the fingers of your hand ran through his wet hair. "You're so smartass, do you know that? You've been breaking your back, wasting your strength to revive it all while I'm somewhere, not with you... I'm sorry for that," the tips of his fingers wrapped around your wrist before he pressed his cheek against your palm.