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That silence was suffocating. She couldn't even recognize him. The first month she was hoping. Hoping he would eventually come back to his old self.

The second month she started ignoring him too. There were nights she didn't even bother to search for him. There were nights he didn't come back and nights she didn't come back either. They were only tolerating each other and that hurt. Maybe she didn't deserve that. But how he could do that to her? She was there when he was going through the toughest period. She was there when Kensi died. She was there to help him and that was how he was treating her. She even helped to get rid of her when started drowning in his grief for an illusion. And instead of being her Marty again, he was becoming a really dark man that she didn't even want to know.

During month three, she decided that he didn't want to get better and that she was punishing herself by staying with a man that couldn't fight for life. Staying in a wedding that wasn't real from the very beginning.

Suitcase in hand, she approached him. He was sitting on the front porch like every day. Eyes still and cold, staring into space. She sat next to him, but he didn't even bother to look at her. When her eyes caught his, she hugged him so hard until she couldn't breathe. As if she could take a part of him with her.

"Is it me?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" he said and she swore it was the first time she heard his voice since ages.

"You are miserable. Did I make you miserable?" When his only response was silence she kept going. "Tell me… Is it me?"

"Is it Kensi? She is the one that made you unhappy, isn't she? Yeah…That's it. Kensi made you unhappy," she said desperately. "Marty?" tears were running down her eyes when a bitter laugh escaped her lips. "I should go," she said and got up to grab her suitcase. Turning to watch his expression one last time, she said: "I wish I could make you unhappy. I wish I could make you feel something. Even if it was that bad." That was when he looked at her. With eyes empty.

"Kensi is dead," he simply said.

"She isn't dead Marty… you should just take your pills."

"I don't need pills, Natasha."

"I know… you are fine, right?"

"I don't see her anymore…"

"I told you, I know."

"I know that Kensi is dead."

"It was about time."

"I am good now that she is gone."

"You are not good, Marty," she said crying all over again. When he gave her a confused look, she searched her bag to find the secret that she was keeping the past couple of months. "I am giving you your medicine. I saw that you weren't taking your pills. It's liquid. It gets in your water. You need help. Please talk to someone."

She left. She was gone for how many hours he didn't know. It was dark outside now. How could she do this? He didn't know what to believe now. Everything was a blur and his mind was playing confusing games with him. Maybe he should talk to someone. Or maybe not. He was just so damn angry. Or sad. Deeply sad was the right word. He wasn't such a bad husband, was he? Why would she do this? And what about Kensi? Was he finally good? Or that thing was making him forget her? He didn't know. He started fidgeting and sweating. He was suffocating, he couldn't breathe and for some odd reason he couldn't care. He was all alone and he was so ill and in such a bad state that made him sick. That's when he decided that the only thing he wanted at that moment was to forget. Forget that Natasha left. Forget that Kensi left. Forget that everyone left. He wished he could leave too. He wished he could disappear and stop hurting the people he loved or at least cared about. That's when his eyes fell on the little blue bottle. Maybe he could leave at last. He hesitated at first. His fingers brushing the cold glass of the container. But then he thought, it was for the best. He would stop suffering. And his team would be better without him. They were just tolerating him after Kensi left. It was time to leave too. Maybe. Getting up to head to the kitchen he stumbled on a step and fell down. Well, the feeling was nothing near what he was experiencing the last months. And it sure was feeling like falling to him. He finally grabbed a glass of water and poured the whole bottle of medicine in it. Without hesitating anymore, he simply drank the whole thing. He wasn't feeling anything. He wasn't leaving. He was still in that awful kitchen that Kensi hated. Well, two minutes passed. And three. And maybe ten. Then he started feeling numb. He started feeling like drowning again and then like he couldn't breathe anymore. And then he started falling and darkness filled the air. And he kept falling and falling. And he was expecting to find land but he wasn't. He kept falling.

I am sorry that it's been so long and that this chapter is not so long. The next one will be the last chapter of this story. Thank you so much for the reviews and the follows. Don't forget to tell me your opinion and please enjoy.