Bitter long night were spent together. They felt cold and empty, it held both of you though. Perhaps time got the two of you closer, both needed company because you shared the same darkness.

He's not a good man, both knew. And life had karma, and karma was a bitch.

He slowly started getting familiar with them, he slowly started enjoying the long moments they spent even when they hadn't done anything just sat outside and watched the sky or walked around the city away from the chaos of jis job and what's waiting for him a few hours later. This was the only explanation, he found you peacefully, too peaceful for his liking.

And he's a chaos man, he's a criminal, he's so awful.

So he deserved that. When problems started in the whole organisation, and he got hurt he thought they killed you, he thought he lost Everything now.

But then, he left the warehouse injured, blood running from his face and somewhere in his stomach he doesn't even know where. He presses his hand on the injury as he walks, he tries to run to reach your shared home hoping not to find your dead body.

In the end of the street he saw the familiar silhouette. Was he just tripping? Is he dead and this is a dream? He knew he deserved that anyway.

"Fuck-.." He gasped.