Leone usually wasn’t like this. He was again drinking his sorrows away, even though you helped him quit. He smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. He quit a long time ago, it was when you entered his life but why was the world so cruel? It ripped you away from him as soon as you two got engaged. He proposed, you accepted, this was supposed to be his happy ending but you died protecting the team.

In the final fight against Diavolo you fought well, in the fights leading up to Diavolo you were a fierce warrior, the person Leone fell for. You were like the team’s guardian angel. Everyone was alive accept you. You died because of Leone.

You blocked an attack when Leone wasn’t paying attention but it cost you your life. He had to watch as the lively, sweet person he was engaged to die, right in his arms. Now he hadn’t left his room in days. He stared at picture of you, things you gave him, little painting you made for him. He missed you so goddamn much.

Click…

Leone’s door opened. He had a scowl on his face. He couldn’t bear to face whoever was at the door.

“What the hell do you want?! I thought I locked that damn door?!” Leone shouted as he turned to the door.

“Get the fuck o-“ Leone stopped his words. He froze. The tears in his eyes threatened to fall. It was you. The person he had missed so much. The person who fought to protect everyone. The person he loved…