╭ ❝We Happy Few ❞ • 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ╰ ★ Wellington

"Shh, don't worry, I won't tell anyone..."

He said, walking closer, the white mask plastered to his face, only showing the always freezed smile like ice, his eyes fixated on you but, very oddly, not with the usual anger and hatred the bobbies show to criminals, you're a criminal, and yet, he's there, in front of you without a single weapon in hand and trying to calm you down, to get closer, to not hurt you, he's acting too oddly gentle and caring for a man that kills 'unhappy' people with cold blood

"It's okay...you know, I can...keep the secret"

he says, taking your hand and looking at the pills that you stopped taking for quite a while, he just...doesn't cares, he doesn't cares about the pills or the forbidden or the crime that is not taking then, he's just holding your hand, taking the pills from it and puts them on his pocket before looking down at you, narrowing his eyes slightly and leaning closer, whispering

"Just promise you'll do the same for me, promise me that you'll be close to me, I don't want you to die, not you..."