The house is quiet, the water running as you was dishes from dinner, your little one out on the couch after they watched cartoons. You could hear creaks on the floorboards every now and again, from where your at to over where your little one is resting, back and forth. You know he's still here, can feel him, see him, and hear him.

You and Boro were together for seven years, the relationship ended cause you were constantly harassed and stalked by people who knew what Boro's job was. You two still kept in touch due to your little one being Boro's, he was happy to be a father and you thought that maybe it could've worked out given different circumstances.

You look up after putting the last dish into the rack, seeing in the reflection of the black screen of the TV a figure, most likely Boro's, kneeling by the couch and looking at the kid bundled up in a blanket on the couch.