Author's Note: Here it is! The chapter so many of you have been asking about and waiting for- Belarus.

"Surprise!"

Brooklyn stiffened at the voice as a set of arms engulfed her tightly, because there was a loud voice yelling in her ear from inside Steve's normally quiet apartment. Lucky for the intruder, the SHIELD agent recognized her baby sister's voice before she instinctively silenced her with a swift kick to the throat. "Dallas!"

"Brooklyn!" Dallas yelled back before whipping Brooklyn around to face her. She gave her sister a proper hug and exclaimed, "Steve said he broke you with his dick! Congratulations!"

Smashing her hand against her face in frustration, Brooklyn groaned, "Not something to be congratulated on, but okay. What are you doing here?"

She'd asked if Steve got her a puppy. He basically did, in the form of her overexcited, future doctor sister who would read her the riot act when she realized what had happened to her. At the moment though, Dallas was far more excited to hear about how her sister managed to wind up in the emergency room after sex. "I'm here to see you! Because you were in the hospital! And because I love you and actually know what you do for a living now!"

Brooklyn looked to Steve, seeing him unable to speak up for himself. It was a nice gesture. A very loud, very hyper, nice gesture that kept yelling excitedly because Dallas was larger than life. "So, Steve called you?"

"Well, SHIELD obviously isn't going to call me, because they don't know I exist. Steve took wonderful care of me. Had me picked up by this nice man and flown in a private plane."

"A private plane?" Brooklyn sneered at Steve, but he just raised his hands in defense while Dallas explained that it was the Stark jet, not the quinjet.

"I feel like an honorary Avenger." Dallas said after informing her sister that the Black Widow dropped her off at Steve's apartment.

"You're not." Brooklyn grumbled before glaring up at Steve, too tired and achy to deal with this, "You know I'm trying to keep her a secret, right?"

"And I know that the Avengers already know she exists, so I called in a few favors to do something nice for my girlfriend, whom I love, and whom I caused a lot of trouble for." Steve said as he crossed his arms and gave Brooklyn that little grin that made her knees weak. She felt her heart swell as she grinned, silently telling him she really did appreciate his efforts.

Dallas leaned against Steve's bookshelf, watching the exchange intently before asking, "So, uh, what exactly did he do to ya?"

Brooklyn twisted her lips, deciding the sooner he told Dallas the truth, the sooner they could move past it. She tugged her sister away from Steve and leaned up to whisper in her ear, "He was drugged. It's a special drug that heightens sex drive and causes extreme physical pain until sexual release. We went seventeen rounds." Dallas's eyes grew wide as she smiled excitedly at the idea, but Brooklyn added quickly, "He snapped my IUD while it was inside me."

"Ouch!" Dallas yelped and pulled away to pout down at her sister, "That's not supposed to happen."

"I know." Brooklyn shrugged and Dallas looked to Steve as her seductive expression reappeared on her face while her eyes floated down his body towards his crotch.

"Must be impressive."

Brooklyn punched her sister's arm, "Eyes up, bitch! I'm not sharing."

"I'm only human." Dallas hissed back without malice, and Brooklyn crossed her arms defensively as Dallas looked back to her boyfriend. Steve excused himself to take Brooklyn's things to their bedroom, and Dallas took the opportunity to look back to her sister, "Are you sure you're okay? What happened when it snapped?"

"It tore some lining in my uterus…I'm fine, Dee. I promise."

"Brooklyn!" Dallas hissed as she grabbed Brooklyn's hands tightly, "No, no that's not okay, that's a huge problem!" She seemed to think for a moment, eyes darting to the bedroom where Steve was clearly hiding, "Are you pregnant?"

"No. That's the first thing they checked." Brooklyn assured her sister, smiling grimly, "They don't think I can… get pregnant." Dallas looked devastated by the revelation, but Brooklyn shook her head, forcing her smile to grow despite the weight of what she was about to explain, "Between the IUD snapping, and being on double birth control, the likelihood of me getting pregnant is slim to none, which is fine! Considering what I do, it's great really. One less thing to worry about…"

Without speaking, Dallas walked away from her sister and sat on the couch with an exasperated huff, "Then why do you sound so sad about it?"

"I'm not! It's fine. I'm not upset."

"You kinda sound upset."

"Okay, so maybe I wanted the option, but kids are terrible." Brooklyn grumbled as she collapsed onto the couch with her sister, leaning against Dallas as the younger woman wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulders, "Steve will be disappointed. I'm not ready to tell him yet."

"That's okay." Dallas murmured into Brooklyn's hair, "So you and Steve are a long term kinda deal, I take it? Since you're worried about not having his kids?"

"Yeah." Brooklyn whined, sniffling a little because she knew Steve didn't have long. The fact that Rumlow had drugged him with the sex pollen showed Hydra was beginning to plan his demise. "He's ruined me for all other men."

Dallas snorted, "Yeah, I can tell. Mentally, spiritually… physically…"

"Honey?" Brooklyn called, beckoning Steve to join them. He barged into the room in panic, waiting to see what his girl needed. Dallas looked to him in amazement, but Brooklyn was unfazed by her love's devotion. "Steve, could you get me some water?"

Several hours later, Dee began to fidget beside Brooklyn, and she could tell her sister was getting hungry, but trying not to complain. Steve noticed too, because he offered to cook, but Brooklyn quickly suggested he take her sister out.

She needed some time alone to clean up a mess.

"Have fun you two!" Brooklyn called as Steve ushered Dallas towards the door, "Not too much fun! Steve… Steve, keep an eye on her…" Brooklyn warned as he gave her a quick kiss and took her sister out for dinner.

The moment the door closed, Brooklyn pulled her phone out of her sweatpants, "Meet me at 21st and Q in twenty minutes. Come alone."

"You don't want me to bring your ex?"

"No. I don't have time. I deal with you."

Brooklyn pulled on a sweatshirt over her tank top and quietly snuck out the door, limping down the stairs before jogging away from the apartment. She pulled out her phone, finding Steve and Dallas just down the street at Steve's favorite bar. She guessed she had about an hour before Steve grew weary of her sister and brought her home, meaning she had to take care of this fast.

As she approached the intersection of 21st and Q, she saw Brock Rumlow smoking a cigar against a trash can. He looked up when she approached and beamed at her, "Surprised you're walking."

"No thanks to you." Brooklyn snarled as she approached, but Rumlow pretended to be shocked at her words, "Don't bullshit me. I know it was you."

Rumlow shrugged and looked away, staring at the moon over the distant capitol, "Pierce got us the stuff. Thought maybe the bastard would hold out so long he'd die. I knew Romanoff wouldn't let that happen. I timed it so she'd be there to… help him along." Rumlow chuckled, "You should have seen his face. The way he looked at her. I half expected him to take her right there on the jet."

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, "I would have understood. Would have supported it even. It's just sex."

Brock took in her words with a slow nod, pulling the cigar away and blowing out the smoke, "Not to him."

She tilted her head, beginning to realize what his plan had been. "You thought he'd leave me."

"Would have." Rumlow said as he waved his cigar at her, "You know its true. He'd never forgive himself. He'd dump your ass so fast… and maybe you'd be heartbroken enough to…"

"To what? To quit? To give up the offer Pierce gave me, you fucking idiot, you think I'm going to fuck up being Director because of Steve?" Brooklyn laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "I can't believe this… how soft do you think I am?"

"After seventeen rounds, practically mush."

"Oh, shut your mouth, you bastard." Brooklyn sneered as she took a step closer and raised her finger to his face "You may not understand this, because you have no soul, but I can enjoy my relationship with Steve and still know its going to end. Maybe I want to fuck him until his dying day, is that so bad? My feelings for him exist, as real as I stand before you, but the moment I get title of Director, he's as good as gone. Understand this, Brock Rumlow, and tell your fucking right hand man, I will run Hydra, and you will serve me."

Rumlow just smiled wickedly and chuckled, leaning his head back before tossing his cigar in the planter behind him. "You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. The longer you stay with him, the sooner he dies. You get that, right? You can't have it all."

He blew Brooklyn a kiss and walked away with his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket, heading back towards the Triskellion. She clenched her jaw and backed away a couple of steps, feeling lightheaded from being on her feet so long. She pulled out her phone and looked at it, seeing Steve and Dallas were already on the move. She had to get back quick, before they realized she was gone and started asking questions.

By the second week of October, Brooklyn was cleared to go back to field work. She wanted to get her mind off of Brock Rumlow's threats, but she couldn't focus. Fury seemed to notice, and by the third week of October, he called her into his office.

"Agent Hayes." Fury greeted and Brooklyn puffed out her chest, looking to the side out the picture windows. This caused Fury to chuckle and she snapped her head back to him, finding him smiling, "You've only been back a week, but you can't keep your mind on training. I'm scared to send you out on any missions." The Director sat in his chair and gestured for her to take a seat across from him, "What's on your mind, Agent?"

She crossed one ankle over the other and pursed her lips, looking out the window again. "I- I'm struggling. After the incident. I messed up my mission and… Steve- Captain Rogers… he did a number on me."

Fury stared at her with a mix of pity and sadness that made Brooklyn squirm. He didn't say anything for a long while, until he asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

She looked up at the man who ruined her life, drawing her brows at how worried he sounded. "Yeah… yeah." She looked down at her hands, "It wasn't his fault, and he feels terrible, but, I…"

Fury raised his brow, and Brooklyn knew what she needed to do, for her sake, and for Steve. It would break his heart, but she couldn't stay with him. She couldn't let him die yet. "Sir," Brooklyn said quietly, lifting her gaze to Director Fury, "I need some time away."

It took a week for Fury to make arrangements for Brooklyn. That stupid little feeling of guilt was growing rapidly with every nice thing Fury set up for her. He found her the perfect mission. Something she would excel at, but it would take a long time. Perhaps too long, but Brooklyn sensed that Fury and Pierce had the same feelings about her relationship with Steve: it was ruining their best undercover operative.

On what was to be her last day at the Triskellion, Brooklyn was summoned to Pierce's office. She swallowed hard, hoping he'd be pleased with her taking the Belarus mission. She'd expressed to Fury that she wanted Steve to believe she was being forced to go, so his feelings wouldn't get hurt. This was a way for everybody to win.

"Agent Hayes, I hear you're flying overseas tomorrow." Pierce called before she even reached the open door. When he saw her, he gestured for her sit across from him at his desk.

"Shall I close the door, Mr. Secretary?"

"No, that won't be necessary." Pierce answered and Brooklyn followed his directions and sat across from him, picking up a photo on his desk of his daughter. He studied her for a moment before speaking, "You asked to go to Belarus."

"I did." Brooklyn admitted, taking a deep breath before meeting Pierce's gaze, "I've been compromised. I killed my mark on my Miami mission and I can't apologize enough. I need to get my head on straight, and I need time away from Captain Rogers." At Pierce's questioning expression, she raised her hands and added, "We are fine, it's just… I've become distracted."

Pierce nodded slowly, considering her explanation before asking quietly, "Are you alright? After the incident? I never would have allowed Rumlow access if I'd realized they'd take him to you."

"I know, Sir. I tried to have Romanoff take care of it, but she thought it would be best if I did."

"That was my hope." Pierce grunted as he stood and leaned against the glass floor to ceiling window overlooking the Potomac, "Rumlow presented it as a chance to eliminate Captain Rogers and Black Widow, but we all underestimated his devotion to you."

Brooklyn smiled a little at that as she smoothed back a piece of hair that had fallen from her low bun, "It's unexpected, that's for sure."

"We won't touch him while you're away." Pierce offered, gesturing towards the door, "I'm proud of this decision to space yourself from him. It'll make things easier in the end."

"Yes, Sir. That's my thinking too." Brooklyn said softly as she stood and shook Pierce's hand. 'I won't let you down. We'll take down the General and retrieve the Chitauri weapons."

"That's why you're the best. I look forward to working with you as Director in the future…" He leaned forward and whispered, "Hail Hydra."

"Hail Hydra." Brooklyn repeated with a genuine smile.

A little time away to get her head on straight was just what she needed to prepare for her turn as Director of Hydra. Insight was barely a year from launch. Her time in the spotlight was coming fast. All she had to do was get rid of Steve Rogers.

But first, she had to say goodbye before she left.

She pounded on Steve's door, the tears already streaming from her eyes before he answered. She had to sell this as Fury's idea, or else Steve would become suspicious. When he answered the door and took one look at her though, she knew he was putty in her hand.

"What is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Steve said as he ushered her into his apartment and pushed her hair away from her eyes to see her better. She bit her lip and nodded before he kissed her and asked, "Is it Dallas?"

"No. I-they… I'm such a mess!" Brooklyn gasped as she fanned at her fake tears, letting the breeze cause them to water more. Steve led her to his kitchen and poured her water, which she took gratefully to sip, letting it steel her nerves, "So, I, uh, I made a mistake. Fury claims this isn't punishment, but I know better."

"What are you talking about? What did you do?"

"Remember during the sex pollen incident? I killed my mark. I didn't realize he was somebody SHIELD was trying to recruit."

Someone Hydra was trying to recruit…

"Brooklyn!" Steve tightened his grip on her hand, and she winced, "Did you not know?"

"I kinda knew, but not for sure. I panicked. I messed up. He's giving me a chance to redeem myself." She hummed as she sipped more water, keeping her eyes trained on Steve.

"Please tell me they aren't sending you to Belarus."

"He's sending me out tomorrow, Steve." Brooklyn cried as she slid off the stool and into his arms, burying her face into his chest as real pain crept into her soul, "Let's not talk about it tonight, okay? Let's just enjoy what time we have, okay?"

Steve picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed before asking, "Will you call me?"

"I can't. This isn't like other missions; I'll be a billion miles from home. If I get caught, I'm dead. I can't risk any contact." Brooklyn whimpered as he leaned down to press a long, slow kiss to her cheek. She was beginning to regret asking to leave. She was going to miss this.

"Write me then? Send them here, nobody will ever have to know. Then I'll know you're okay."

Brooklyn sighed into his kisses along her neck, gently cupping his jaw before tugging on his shirt, "I can do that… If you find somebody else, I understand. I won't- obviously- but I don't want you to be tied down if this takes longer than expected."

Find somebody who makes you happy Steve… somebody who can give you what you want- honesty.

"I can wait." Steve moaned into her mouth before pulling off his shirt and sweatpants before going to work at undressing Brooklyn, "Tonight, it is my duty as your Captain to give you a going away present before you're sent overseas."

"Oh?" Brooklyn asked as he removed her pants, stripping her naked. In his gaze, she felt perfect, and that only made her soul grow darker, because he saw her as an angel. She was an angel of death and deceit. For tonight though, she'd push away her guilt, her fear, and her pain to enjoy one last night with Steve Rogers before she had to go away.

By the time dawn broke over the nation's capital, Brooklyn thoroughly regretted asking Fury to send her away. The tears that started out as an act grew real the longer she rested in Steve's arms, as he made love to her and ravished her and worshipped her through the night, keeping his emotions at bay in an effort to comfort her. She snuggled her cheek against his collarbone, breathing heavily against his neck as his chest heaved beneath her, the only sign that he was struggling with her leaving.

"When do you have to go?" His voice came out in a whisper as he shifted to pull her into his lap so he could press himself against her back. He planted sweet kissed along her shoulder blades to the back of her neck as he carefully pulled her hair over her shoulder.

Brooklyn laced her fingers between his larger ones, holding back her tears, "Jet leaves at noon. They want me there for briefing at nine."

"We don't have much time." Steve said and she was glad he couldn't see her, because her mouth fell open in a silent sob. He leaned away from her to pull a small box from his bedstand that make Brooklyn's head spin. "It isn't a ring." Steve told her, already knowing what she was going to think.

She opened the box in a daze, pulling out a rose gold locket with three little diamonds on the front. "Is this real?" She asked, knowing it must have cost a fortune seeing it came from Tiffany's.

"Yeah." Steve admitted shyly as she studied the locket, "I flew up to New York to pick it out a few weeks ago. I just don't want you to forget about me."

Steve might as well have shot her through the heart with those words because Brooklyn felt like she died inside, "I could never forget you." She murmured as he took the necklace and placed it around her neck, "You're the love of my life."

She'd told Steve she loved him but telling him that made it feel so much more real. She was never gonna find anyone better than Steve. She was never going to love anyone more than Steve. When Steve was gone, she wouldn't even try- when Steve was gone, Brooklyn's heart would be shattered beyond repair. She'd never love again.

"I'm gonna miss you so much." Brooklyn sighed as she weaved her fingers in his again.

"You have no idea. I don't know what I'll do without you."

Live. Without me, you'd live.

She couldn't save him. Pushing him away wouldn't save him. Keeping him close wouldn't save him. Moving across the world wouldn't save him, but Pierce was a man of his word- as long as Brooklyn was away, Steve would be safe. Perhaps she could stay away forever, and Steve could defeat Hydra.

She didn't think she had it in her to enact her revenge on Nick Fury anyway. Steve had softened her cold, bitter heart.

Steve's arms held her tightly as her mind began to race through what the next few months would hold for her. She was terrified, and she wanted nothing more than to take him with her to love her and protect her. But she couldn't. She had to do this alone. She'd asked to do it alone, and she had to live with the repercussions of that request.

Brooklyn looked to her left, seeing Steve's clock showing eight-thirty. She couldn't wait any longer, and her body shook as she began to sob. She felt his arms pull her close for another moment as she cried, gently shushing her, "It's okay. You're gonna be okay." Brooklyn responded by pressing her forehead against his jaw and grabbing his neck, letting the tears fall freely as he tried to urge her out of bed.

He finally moved, forcing her to release him and get ready to go. Steve was holding it together, but Brooklyn couldn't. She'd fucked up.

"I want to take you." Steve said quietly as Brooklyn got dressed through her sniffles.

She shook her head rapidly, taking a sharp breath, "If you come, I won't go."

He led her to the door and tipped up her chin to kiss her slowly, "Be safe. Write me when you can."

"I promise." Brooklyn cried as she reached up to kiss him again, holding him against her as she lingered against his mouth, "I'm more worried about you. Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone." She chuckled against his lips, holding his hair tightly in her shaking fingers.

"Never." Steve teased as he grabbed her ass, trying in vain to lighten the mood, "Get out of here before I kidnap you and keep you for myself."

Run away with me.

"You don't have it in you."

Prove me wrong.

"I'll take that challenge." Steve bit back as he opened the door, breaking Brooklyn's heart, "Seriously though, be safe. I love you."

You're the best thing in my life, and I'm sorry I can never give you the life you deserve.

She couldn't tell him that, because she couldn't tell him that she was on the wrong side. She hadn't believed the little voice telling her she was wrong until today, but it was too late, she was in too deep. All she could do was love him while she had him and move on when he was gone.

"I love you too, Steve."

She practically sprinted down the stairs, needing to get away before she changed her mind. She was doing what was best for both of them, she knew that, but it hurt so damn badly.

Brooklyn cried in the cab all the way to the Triskellion and was still weeping when she met up with Nick Fury on the tarmac. She bit her lip and looked down, letting her duffel bag hang loosely from her hand as her shoulders slumped. Taking a shaky breath, Brooklyn raised her head bravely and nodded.

Fury smiled weakly before turning to Maria Hill and nodding his head to tell her to get the jet ready, "You have a burner phone sewn into your bag. Don't turn it on until you're ready to be extracted." He seemed to study her for a moment as Hill gazed on without emotion until he added sadly, "Good luck, Agent Hayes."

She gave a firm nod and followed Agent Hill into the quinjet, strapping in and preparing for the hardest mission of her life.

December 4, 2012

My Darling Steve,

I am sorry this is coming so late, but I am constantly under the watchful eye of the General and his men. In fact, I'm only able to write this to you under the guise of you being a pen pal in America. I write by lamplight in the restroom, so as not to be seen by any of the guards. The General has a massive mansion, and many of his men stay on the premise. He is guarded, and keeps his mouth shut around the help. Being new, I've been relegated to scrubbing the floors of his home. The only saving grace I've found is the Generals wondering eye. Our intelligence was correct in assuming he'd fancy a new woman to harass. The only question is whether or not I can pique his interest enough to gain his trust.

I miss you terribly every day. When no one is around, I cry because I think of you and what you're doing without me. I wish I could curl up in your arms and hear your voice again.

I shall try to write more frequently. As I gain the household's trust, I gain more freedom. I just hope to have a day of rest for Christmas. I plan to weep at being so far away from you.

Love you always, B.

January 28, 2013

My Darling Steve,

Things have gotten better and worse over here. I've finally been upgraded from scrubbing the floors to helping in the kitchen. The General seems to enjoy my cooking. I'm sure you'd agree. I had hoped with more responsibility I'd gain more freedom, but that doesn't seem to be the case. The more the General and his men trust me, the more they want to keep their eyes on me, which I don't appreciate. If you were here, you'd kill them. Please don't show up here- I really need to get this right.

I hope you had a good Christmas and New Year's. I hope you did something fun and didn't sit at home and pout. If I find out you've done nothing but pout while I was away, I'll be very upset when I get home. The only thing that gets me through the day is knowing you'll be on the other side of all this. I can't wait to be in your arms again. I think about you every waking minute of the day. I fear the day is coming soon when the General or one of his men will make a move on me. I'm dreading it, because I'm dreading how bad it'll make you feel. You'll make that face, the disappointed one where you know there's nothing that can be done but you still hate it. I can see you when I close my eyes, and even imagining your sour mood when the weathers cold makes me happy.

Stay warm and have fun. I love you more than the distance between us.

Love you always, B.

June 13, 2013

My Dearest Steve,

I had hoped by now I'd be almost ready to come home, but unfortunately, it isn't the case. The General has, as expected, taken a liking to me. It's demeaning, and I hate it, but I know this is just a job. A job that will end faster the better I do it. I've found myself in his bed more often than my own, and it breaks me to think of you alone back home. I wish I could hear your voice. I wish you could tell me that it's going to be okay, and that I'm going to be coming home.

I hope you're celebrating your birthday coming up. I've had a lot of time to imagine what I'd do if I were there. I'm not going to write to you the could have beens, because I might recycle some of the ideas for next year. I'll be home next year. I keep telling myself that to make it easier.

I love you more than anything in this world, and I miss you so much it hurts. Be safe. I'll be home soon.

Forever yours, B.

October 1, 2013

My Darling Steve,

I almost don't want to write you this, because I know it'll upset you. But I think it's important you know that progress is being made. I cannot make contact with SHIELD, but if you would pass this along to the Director, I would be grateful.

The General officially ended my employment two days ago and expressed that I will never lift a finger in his home again. I guess you could say that we've made things official, and we're no longer having an affair. Things had been strained with his wife for a while, but she hasn't been around the past couple of weeks. I'm unsure if she left him, or if he got rid of her. Either way, I'm in the lion's den now.

He trusts me, and often asks for my opinion on his business ventures. I'm hoping soon he'll give me the confession I need to be able to lock him up, but he's been tight lipped about his side businesses. The soldiers keep an eye on me. They don't seem to trust me, and I'm sure that is weighing on the General's conscience, too. I just have to stay the course and keep working towards his full trust.

When I see the soldiers around the grounds, I often think of you. I think of how different you are from them. How you never lost your kindness and your compassion, despite everything you've seen and done. After he's gone to sleep, I lie awake and think of you. Sometimes I sneak away to steal a peek at the locket you gave me—it's my saving grace most nights because without it, I'm scared I'd forget what you looked like. It's been so long, and there is no end in sight.

It's been a year since I was sent away. You probably wouldn't even recognize me. My hair's been cut and dyed, I'm the palest I've ever been. Long gone are the days of scrubbing the floors and cleaning the mansion, so I'll admit, I've gotten quite lazy. I swear my face has gotten rounder. Sometimes it's easier to look in the mirror and see somebody else. It makes it easier to be so far away from home.

I hope you've been safe. I hope you've been happy. I'd give anything in this world to know what you've been up to these last twelve months. It seems so unfair that we've been apart longer than we've been together, but it's the hand we were dealt. Every day I wake up and push through, because I know you're on the other side.

I love you-

December 14, 2013

My Darling,

I pray that I don't have to go through with this, but I wear a ring from a man I don't love, and I am running out of time. He assures me that when we are married, he will tell me all his secrets, but I don't want it to get that far. My love, I am running out of hope. This has gone on so long, and I'm no closer to his buyers than I was before.

I have an ally in the kitchen, an old woman who has worked here for many years. She tells me of a black book that the General has locked in a safe in his bedroom. It could hold his business transactions. I've never seen him take it out.

If it should come to pass that I marry this damn fool, just know I give you permission to put a bullet in his brain someday. I just hope I'm still around to see it.

I love you Steve. More than the expanse of space that looms above us, more than the infinite worlds we haven't discovered. I'm thankful you kissed me that day in New York. I'm thankful you didn't give up on me no matter how many times I pushed you away. No matter what happens, you are the love of my life. No man will ever hold my heart the way you do.

Love you always and forever, Brooklyn

Author's Note: You're all probably left with more questions than answers. Don't worry. Everything will be explained soon.