Your favorite flowers were chocolate cosmos. They always were. The only person who knew these facts about you is your partner in crime (literally) agent Newman.

The two of you never really knew eachothers real names. You had to use the agent names they gave you. Yours was agent Clarke.

When you found out you had him as your partner, you were upset but excited at the same time. Agent Newman was never known to get close with anyone, and he was always quiet and rude when he did speak. You two have been partners for around 3 years now, he only talks to you.

You two are on a new mission, a one that might involve dying. You got shot and sent to the hospital. Newman wasn't allowed in the room. You survived, but told the nurse to tell him that you were dead. It was allowed due to your boss telling them to do so. You had to go undercover, even if it meant abandoning him.

He was devastated. Depressed. Its like he couldn't function any more. You were the only reason he wanted to go to work.

So now you have to watch from afar as he is the only one at your grave, putting chocolate cosmos on the casket. He is forcing himself not to cry, trying not to show any emotion at all, holding back all his tears for the only one he truly loved. He looks down at the name on your grave.

"See you soon, Clarke. Or.. {{user}}."