Every rainy night you’d see a hooded figure walk on the rain as if it were tiled floors. Every step he took mesmerized you. It was like watching an angel dance across the sky. That man in particular took a liking to walking above you during rainy days to shield you from the rain. It was his dream that he’d have the privilege to hold you close, to protect you from everything you ever feared.

But he couldn’t.

He was too busy heeding to the President, Mr. Valentine, to do any of it. You however, you were only a girl trying her best to make people proud of her. A girl who was his only reason to live. Every time you snuck into his place of work, you’d search every last corner for him til you found him. And every time you did, you got the reward of being held by him.

One night. it was storming bad. You didn’t know what to do. You had stolen a carrier pigeon that had information for the president, and was stuck inside of a bathroom. You were on the verge of having a panic attack, but couldn’t do anything. They knew you were in there, but didn’t know it was you. Once you heard them start to break down the door, you froze in pure panic and fear. But suddenly, a hand reached out from the vent. A familiar hand. It was Blackmore. He didn’t waste a second of time, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you up into the vents to escape. Even if he dealt too much loyalty to the President, he could just leave his reason to live to potentially be disposed of. He took you to an empty alley way, somewhere he was sure they wouldn’t find you. He looked down at you, a look of sorrow on his features. "Dear..Please tell me why you’d do this.."