The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

Not leaving you.

Ressler.

I was wrecked. It was still so unbelievable to me how everything in life was so fragile, and everything could change from one second to another, quite literally.

Our day started bad when we found out that Samar was going to be leaving us. We had had our ups and downs, there was no question about that, and I was going to miss her deeply.

Then, we found out that there was an organization that took care of agents that had a probability of going rouge.

Then, we not only learned that Samar was being targeted, and out of reach, but we found out that she was sick. Her accident a few months back had left her with sequels that she hadn't told us about, something about vascular dementia.

I couldn't believe this day, and to top it all off, something happened that really, really left me feeling bad. Samar had chosen to leave by herself, even though she'd told Aram that they were going to disappear together. The taskforce had set them up to escape the Osterman Umbrella Corporation, but Samar knew that Aram couldn't leave his work for her.

Reddington was to deliver the bad news. He had helped Samar, and when he put her in contact with Aram for one last goodbye, I could feel my heart squeeze when Aram begged her to not leave without him, that he really couldn't and didn't wanna live without her.

Situations like this always left me feeling terrible, because I could only imagine what things would be if that were Mags and I.

I definitely didn't sleep when I got home. I just checked for Alma, then checked for Mags, then headed to the living room and turned on the PlayStation. I found it good escapism sometimes. It definitely didn't take the pression I had off of my chest, and when I saw the sun starting to peak out of the horizon, I stopped and turned everything off. I made breakfast for Mags, and took it to the bedroom. Her alarm must've already gone off, because she was vigorously rubbing her eyes. I walked around the bed to her side and waited for her to see me, she yawned, and when she sat on the bed she looked up at me through squinted eyes.

"Hey" she said, still half asleep.

"Made you breakfast" I placed the tray next to her, she gave it a look with a little smile, then took a piece of waffle and ate it.

"Thanks love" she said, eating it with her eyes closed. I sat next to her and waited for her to brush off, she took her coffee and took a sip of it, making a little face.

As she took another sip, she looked at me, then frowned.

"Did you just arrived?" I hadn't taken off my shirt or my pants or anything really. I shook my head and scooted closer to her, placing my hand on the other side of her body.

"I had a terrible night, and nothing really happened to me. But you know how I get"

"I'm sorry to hear that" she said, placing her hand on my shoulder "wanna talk about it?"

"Even if I didn't, I think we should." She nodded, then left the cup on the tray again. "Yesterday, we found out that Samar had been targeted by the Mossad, because she's retiring, and she's sick and Mossad thinks that she could become a liability-" I looked over at her, finding her with a mix of confusion and worry on her face "and we tried to stop them, but she knew it would be best to disappear. So she's gone, and at the beginning she was going to leave with Aram, but left him behind"