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Everyone is born alone, and then they die alone.
It was a fact of life that was repeated throughout the generations, from mother to child, from teacher to student. Dr. Jack Hodgins had come to believe that this saying was a load of bullshit.
He was born into a family where wealth and prestige were held over familial bonds. He studied in schools were intellect was worth more than people with pure hearts and intentions. Even when he found himself a second-home within his role and colleagues at the Jeffersonian Institute, there was the creeping feeling that he would end up alone once more.
Despite the lifelong bond forged between his colleagues and friends, Jack never lost the notion of eternal loneliness until he met her. Dr. (Y/N) (L/N), the Jeffersonians newest weaponry expert. he could identify weapons from across most periods of time, and match them to their inflictions on the human body quicker than anyone he had ever met.
Her job was morbid, figuring out what weapon delivered the final blow, but she wad anything but. (Y/N) was warm like the sun, pretty like a daisy, and as comforting as a blackbird's morning song. When Jack was beside her, he never felt alone.
Eventually the dangers of their jobs caught up to them both, and all that Jack would ever have left of her was the life she had left behind. Her cardigans remained on hook by the door, her shoes would forever be under the stairs. Her wedding bands would never move from her bedside table, and the memories she and Jack shared would remain in their home.
Everything about (Y/N) was fleeting but as Jack listened to the morning blackbirds sing, he knew that he would never be alone.