"I didn’t want us to end like this." She said as she leaned onto him. The floor was uncomfortable as fuck but Bobbi didn’t want to move. Doing so would mean that he would stop hugging her and she would never get to feel his arms around her. In another life she wouldn’t be a spy and be would be able to trust her and they would live happily ever after.
They both would have typical 9 to 5 jobs (he would be a soccer player and she would be an artist), they would get married and get a nice house somewhere in London. Maybe even get a dog and later have a few children. She would wake him up in the middle of the night to make love and he would always make her breakfast in the morning. They would spend Christmas with his family and New Year’s Eve with hers.
In another life they would be normal, in another life she would be able to spend every single moment with him without all the secrets and the lies. In another life Bobbi would be happy, but not in this one.
"Me neither, sweetheart." He kissed her temple and pulled her closer to him. "Me neither."