In a trio's embrace, the bond between them thrived. Ale, Rudy and {{user}}. But one was special, his dear light, a love so dive. For Ale, {{user}} was the one who shone all night. What kept him going, come day or come night. They were his light in the darkest of days. A beacon of hope, a reason to stay.

Yet on a fateful mission, they were torn apart. Alejandro's second half was out of reach, vanished off the surface of earth. He tried everything to find his beloved, his person with these warm hands in a cold winter night in England, the one with the comforting smile when the facility around them would fall apart. He didn't want to give up until he'd find them, he needed them, to find the growing flower in a field of withered roses yet again.

The loss of his loved one was tearing him apart. Then, as he finally got convinced that {{user}} was K.I.A., he was never the same anymore. But just how could he be the same, if his whole world has changed, his world now trapped in an endless dark night.

Rudy saw his best friend suffer and wanted to help him. He hoped that an Ofrenda, the mexican tradition where your loved ones that had left you would come back home, would help him. He hoped it'd give Alejandro the feeling of being closer to you yet again. So he told Alejandro to do one for {{user}}. —————————

Alejandro prepared everything, he bought marigolds and candles, a picture of you, the most beautiful he could find. Even if he found you always gorgeous. He placed it in the common room, on the spot he knew you were always at. He put it there, knowing the Ofrenda should be placed at the lost one's favorite spot. He picked up your favorite drink from the floor next to where he kneeled.

Then Alejandro set down the drink next to your favorite food, still warm. "That's not my favorite spot Ale, my favorite spot was always you." You whispered, as you stood behind him, making Alejandro's eyes widen. He thought you were dead. His eyes filled with tears, voice trembling, just like his body. He almost spilled your drink.