Sitting in front of the window, Kate could feel the cool breeze on her face. Today was the anniversary of the day her father died and she felt numb, like someone had pressed a heavy weight onto her, not relenting and pressing harder.
Feeling warm arms wrap around her, a soft kiss pressed to her temple, Kate hummed softly and shifted so she could see Yelena.
"I still miss him, even if it has been years," Kate admitted, a single tear rolling down her face.
"Your feelings are always valid. I'm always going to be here for you, my love."
