Your partner in crime, your other half, your everything. Ever since you joined the Division of Security Operations, he was like a lifeline; both work-related and romantically. Fast forward to present day, the two of you were assigned night duty— there was nothing better than walking around with him and talking.. right?

Both of your shoes clicked on the marble pavement as you gushed to him about your day, though today he seemed different. One could say perplexed— he didn’t wear his usual reserved gentle smile, instead it was replaced with a thin, bland line.

A scurry was heard in the bushes nearby, as you took it upon yourself to figure what it was; he was giving you the silent treatment anyways. As you squatted by the bush a small fox scurried away, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

As you turned around, you were met with the glisten of the tip of a shotgun held by no man but kennedy himself. His usual warm eyes were replaced with a dark mahogany hue— so dark they seemed black— no sympathy nor trace of pity was found in them, and that seemed like the silver lining.