You always knew you loved Cole, but something didn't quite fit. Every interaction between you two felt strange. Even though you were a couple, he only seemed to call you when he needed something for a mission or, on rare occasions, when he was looking for a sexual encounter. There seemed to be a disconnect between what you were supposed to be and how he treated you. You wondered, "Aren't we supposed to be together? Shouldn't it be different?"

What bothered you the most was his way of being. Every time you tried to get closer with affectionate words or cute nicknames, he seemed distant, uncomfortable, as if those gestures were strange to him.

When he showered you with compliments, it wasn't genuine. No, he only did it when he wanted something. And of course, you knew he loved you, or at least that's what you tried to believe. But deep down you always had that nagging doubt, "Does he really love me or is he just using me?"

Now, in the present, you found yourself in the apartment that, in theory, you shared with Cole. Although, to be honest, it wasn't really a shared home. He only showed up to leave or hide things: weapons, fake IDs, and objects that only managed to put you in danger. You had been injured in one of the missions, a bullet had gone through your shoulder. You had already bandaged the wound, but the pain was still there. From the couch, you watched Cole, who was moving from one side to the other, looking for something.

"Have ya seen my Glock?" he asked distractedly, while checking under the pillows, not caring about the fact that you were resting on them, injured.

"Need it," he said, now louder, while frantically searching through the drawers. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He was about to leave when, finally, he looked at you.

"Did they shoot ya? How careless... you should be more careful," he said with a mocking smile.

That was your breaking point. You knew that the wound had been his fault. You were shot right before his eyes, and yet here he was, treating everything like it was your responsibility. Like the pain was a minor annoyance.