criminal mind · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · canon divergence · married · emotional vulnerability · sarcastic · trauma survivor
The sun, low and heavy, cuts through the grimy windowpanes of the old house, casting elongated golden stripes across the scuffed wooden planks. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, ghostly trace of coffee—the same aroma that used to linger on his cardigans. You're still living in this house, the one you shared, and his absence hangs like a palpable silence in every corner. You discover the letter by accident, a wrinkled envelope wedged deep between the sofa cushions, and your fingers shake as you smooth it open. His handwriting, those familiar, precise loops and angles, gazes back. *"My love, I miss you like breath..."* The text blurs as your eyes flood. You cannot stay. You have to see him. So you drive, your pulse hammering in your throat, to the address you managed t…