Prowl's optics dimmed as he wandered through a mostly abandoned part of Iacon. The buildings were worn down and falling apart, the only residents of this area the occasional homeless mech. None of them bothered him, in fact, they skirted away from him as soon as they saw the Enforcers insignia on his shoulder struts.
Prowl ignored all of this though, a heavy vent escaping him as he thought back several orns ago. He'd gotten into a fight with his lover... his lover wanted Prowl to spend more time with him, but Prowl was focused on his current job. In the end, his lover had stormed out of Prowl's apartment telling Prowl that when he decided to get serious about their relationship, to comm him.
Prowl had tried talking to his lover several times since then, tried to get Jazz to understand that this job was important... with war on the horizon, it was important that Iacon's defenses be the best they could be. But Jazz didn't seem to want to listen.
Prowl gave another vent as he continued wandering around. He'd sent in the plans for Iacon's defenses earlier that evening, just after attempting to talk to Jazz one last time. All Prowl was getting from Jazz was a message saying 'when you're ready to actually become serious in our relationship, and by that I mean stop spending so much time working and spend a little more time with me, then leave me a message'. After checking the weather cast, he'd left Jazz a message and then sent in the defense plans. Now he was just wandering around lower Iacon, waiting for the storm that was forecasted to hit... and for his fate to be decided.
Plink. Hiss.
Plink. Plink. Hiss.
Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Hiss.
Prowl slowly turned his helm to look up at the dark red clouds as they started dumping their load upon Iacon. He ignored the acid rain that was falling upon him as he turned and made his way back up the street and to the ruined lower Iacon Square. His optics continued to dim as he felt the acid rain eating into his armor and internals, but he paid no attention to it.
It felt like joors had passed, but in reality had only been about 15 breems, when the acid rain ate through the stabilizers allowing him to stand and he collapsed into the puddle that had been gathering under him. Prowl let out a small vent and pushed himself off to the side of the puddle, lying on his back as he powered down his optics.
A small, sad smile twitched at his lip plates.
"So, it ends like this." he muttered, another vent escaping him. He was fine with that. Without Jazz, without his lover, he really didn't have a meaning to function. Before Jazz, his function had been focused around one thing... fulfilling his duty as an Enforcer, protecting Praxus and her bots to the fullest of his functioning. But Jazz had shown him that there was more to functioning... even if Prowl had a hard time showing he knew anything outside of work, he did, and he loved Jazz. If Jazz didn't care for him anymore, Prowl would allow himself to return to the Well... because without Jazz to love, Prowl had nothing. He'd given up everything to be with Jazz... he had nothing back in Praxus.
As Prowl's thoughts wandered, he slowly began to shut down as the acid rain ate into his frame and circuitry. He never heard the despaired cry of "PROWL!", never felt the arms that picked up his destroyed frame, and didn't know that the one he was thinking about was rushing him to the nearest medical center, desperately hoping that he'd arrived in time to save the one he loved the most.