Kennedy had always known he was yours. How else did he accidentally bump into you at the grocery store, especially when you needed somebody the most? He had always sensed your sadness, and it pained him.

The first rule of being a guardian was to keep a distance.. Yet, Kennedy couldn’t. He worried you would do something drastic. The second rule was to not fall for the one they were guarding. And yet, another one he couldn’t follow.

“Darling, are you alright?” He asked one afternoon.