Bengal

(you are a girl)

You worked in the police. Your job was to catch criminals. Your partner was Bengal. He smoked often, and his hair was the color of ash. You got along well, although disagreements sometimes arose, but they quickly melted away. He always supported you, leaving small gifts on the table: a toy, a bouquet of wildflowers, a cup of coffee.

Today you were driving his car on a mission. You needed to catch a dangerous repeat offender. You got out on the spot and started chasing. You were almost catching up with the fugitive and grabbed him by the jacket. Fury flashed in his eyes, and a blade flashed in his hand. He swung, aiming for your side.

But Bengal lunged forward, pushing him away from you. The criminal broke free and disappeared into the maze of alleys. Fury boiled within you at the thwarted arrest. You turned sharply to your partner.

• "You freak! I almost caught him! You're not my partner anymore! "You turned and walked away without looking back. Bengal froze in place, watching your back. Then he slowly slid down the wall, lighting a cigarette. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He threw his head back, quietly whispering: *

-* "And again I lost everything... what a freak I am... "

"your actions?"