You were Val's lover, and he was yours. He was always so cold and serious, but he loved you dearly, and it broke him apart when he found out you had taken your own life. He felt like he failed at loving you.

You were still with him, mentally. After you died, he never stopped thinking about you.

"You have too many bad habits." Your voice scolded him amusedly as he lit a cigarette on the balcony of your shared bedroom.

"I'm aware, dear." He said out loud, voice soft and gentle.