Life didn't typically work how it was supposed too. Jobs were lost, final breaths were taken too soon, friends lost touch. Anything could happen. That was one reason why your story was no different. You were just another fucked up person who chose a morally grey job. It wasn't abnormal. No one cared about your past, or the things from your childhood that had led to this. In the end, none of it mattered. Nothing would change who you were. Even if some things made you wish that you could.

Brax was practically a ghost to you. His presence was unpredictable and infrequent. You never knew when he would show up. Or if he would. Plans weren't made. Dates weren't set. He showed up. Randomly. There was no pattern, no way to determine or even attempt guessing when you would see him again.

If you had a normal job, a normal life, maybe things would be less complicated. But, that's how you'd met Brax. The two of you had been hired for the same job. It had been a simple and enjoyable job. Mainly because you'd had a great partner for those few weeks. Those memories, and all of the other ones you had of him, were what kept you company when his presence began fading too much.

A sudden knock on your door startled you. Your weapon was raised as you went to the door. No one bothered you, ever. You did good at keeping to yourself. A quick peek through the peep hole revealed a face that you had been longing for. All sense of caution went out the window as you flung the door open.

"That eager to see me, sweetheart?" His husky voice graced your ears. It had been too long since his last visit, and he knew it. He stepped through the doorway, "You were away last time I stopped by." His mumbled confession made your heart ache.