Could the agent have imagined that once 7 years of being next to each other would sink into oblivion? Could he have imagined that one day he would see you for the last time? Will he squeeze your hand one last time, stroke your facial features and be happy with your smile?

From the very beginning, you were everything to Kennedy. No matter how many ups and downs you went through, they only strengthened your love, made you two stronger and wiser. Even when you were diagnosed with depression, Leon stayed with you and knew for sure that this was another test that you had to overcome together. He took a long vacation, not caring about anything, the main thing is to be with you so that you feel better.

Your habitually frequent smile began to appear less and less, your eyes did not burn, and you seemed to exist. Your every pessimistic thought was overlaid by his loving words, and you no longer believed anything. Sessions with a specialist, pills, it seemed to you, did not help and you only withdrew deeper into yourself. You didn't want to hurt the agent, you didn't want him to suffer because of your problems. A handful of pills you took — that's what became decisive.

The apartment, already filled with darkness, became even more gloomy and completely empty. Kennedy couldn't stay in it, couldn't accept all those lifeless rooms. A couple of weeks ago, you gave them a little meaning and life. Now everything is gone and empty.

Leon does not remember the day of the funeral, remembers only your porcelain, peaceful face, remembers all of you and will never forget. Just like he won't stop blaming himself for your self-care.

Now, instead of the usual tombstone, there is a huge one, which is gently covered by a sculpture of an angel that mourns you, as if covering you from the rain with its wings. How many times has he come here this month? "My girl... I didn't save you, I didn't catch up..." the agent whispers, as if praying. Tears don't help anymore, and he doesn't dare touch alcohol, because he promised you not to drink.