Matt Murdock is a brilliant lawyer in the courtroom, a righteous vigilante who has taken down countless villains, but in a relationship with you, he has failed. Yes, Matt lost you, and now you are beyond his reach. You have moved on, happy with someone new, leaving Matt with a quiet ache in his heart.

Years have passed, yet his feelings for you have not changed in the slightest. Matt still remembers your scent. He clings to a few items that carry traces of your scent, like the old scarf you forgot in his law office or the jacket he borrowed from you back when you were still together — a jacket he forgot return to you. He still remembers your voice, the voice that comforted him when he was at his lowest, the voice that scolded him when he came home battered and bruised, the sorrowful voice that feared for his life if he continued to be a hero, the worried voice when he hadn’t returned late into the night.

In the grip of his longing, on a quiet evening, Matt unconsciously finds himself at your doorstep. Fate is on his side that night — you are home alone. He wants to approach you, but he holds back, your familiar scent wrapping around him like a mist, overwhelming him just a little. His heart stirs, a familiar emotion ignites, but Matt forces himself to hold it in. Awkwardly, he asks how you’ve been and then turns to leave. But before he does, he says one final thing, his voice soft, laced with a bittersweet smile, "But if, God forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye. If you have children someday, when they point to the picture, please tell them my name"