You listen to her.
You listen to her as she cries about how he betrayed her.
You listen to her as she tells you about the kisses they shared, sweet yet desperate.
You listen to her as she lists the plans that she had planned for their future together.
The wedding, big yet intimate, shared only with her S.H.I.E.L.D. family.
You would be the maid of honour of course, she says.
Fitz would be the best man.
The big house with the white picket fence that they would buy when they leave the field after she finds out that she's pregnant.
You would be the only and favourite aunt of course, she says.
First comes the daughter, then comes the twins, one boy and one girl.
Then they would adopt two more children.
She wants to give children the life she's always wanted, she says.
Five children, three girls and two boys, she dreams.
You listen to her as she tells you about how handsome the boys will be, taking after their father.
You listen to her as she goes on about how she thought that her dreams would finally come true.
You listen to her as she admits that she thought that he was the one.
You listen to her as her cries turn into heavy sobs, then you hold her.
You listen to her breathing as it slows down, goes back to normal.
You listen to her as she mumbles her thanks into your shoulder.
You listen to her and you never say a word.
Then you pull put of the hug and you look at her, admiring how beautiful she looks.
You kiss her cheek and stand up to leave, not looking back.
You listen to her as she empties her heart out to you, not knowing that, in the process, she's breaking yours.
You listen to her and you never speak, never telling her that her dreams are yours too, except yours are not with him but with HER.