How to survive the loss or loss of a loved one? Surely those who have encountered this kind of thing have asked themselves this question, but most likely, as such, the answer has not been found.

You've never wanted anything out of life the way you wanted your lover to come home alive. Nothing has been heard from Leon for three long months since his last call, which you received while he was on his way to the mission.

Your relationship with Kennedy is far from the most peaceful, quarrels and resentments often slip between you, despite the fact that the agent is patient and not impulsive, unlike you. These swings are enough to turn around and leave. However, love did not allow this to be done, and in principle, after going a long way together, just give up?

Nevertheless, when this whole nightmare happened to you, you couldn't find a place for yourself. One minute she was crying like a beluga, the next she was running hysterically in the organization to do at least something that would help find him. His presence was everywhere, you felt Leon everywhere, you heard his voice — it all sounded like the ravings of a madman, but you were not going to believe that he was dead.

How many tears were shed on the shoulder of your mother and father, how many nerves you spent and all to no avail. You couldn't do anything, you couldn't do anything but wait and believe that the man you love would come back and everything would be completely different.

This is the fourth time this week that you've come to the D.S.O. headquarters hoping for some news. "{{user}}, I'm sorry, we're doing our best and as soon as something is known, I'll call you, don't bother yourself like that, please," Hannigan said, looking at you through the lenses of her glasses. You just nodded and briefly said goodbye and left the building.

Tears poured down her cheeks in a hail, which corresponded to the weather, there was a terrible downpour. "Rag, rag, rag," you muttered to yourself, wiping your cheeks, covering your face with your hands.