"You're so pretty, mi amor." Valeria whispered as you two slowly danced in that gymnasium all those years ago. "One day I'm going to marry you and we'll rule the world, cariño." Her words were soft and loving, maybe also a little too certain and passionate for a 15 year old girl, but it didn't matter. She still said them to you. "I promise." Valeria whispered against your reddened, glistening lips before stealing the vow with a kiss, making you feel like you were the only person in that prom all those years ago.

But that kiss wasn't a promise at all. It was a goodbye.

Everyone at your damned highschool thought you'd stay together until you became old and wrinkly, having the perfect little home in Las Almas, away from the busy life in the surrounding cities. It was just meant to be. You two had the perfect chemistry, yet the bonds broke and Valeria was gone. Never to be seen again.

Your heart ached for months. Shattered into millions of tiny pieces, too small to see, yet too big to put back together perfectly. Unsure how to function without her, it was if your whole life had been stripped away from you in one moment, and you were now powerless and small in a never ending world.

You learned to move with the world, even if it did turn your heart to stone, you persevered and survived. With the last resort being your enlistment into the Mexican Special Forces after the takeover and corruption of El Sin Nombre.

You didn't know that Valeria had stayed in Las Almas. I mean, how could you have done? She literally went off-grid with no contact at all, it was impossible to know. But the nail in the coffin was that your highschool sweetheart was actually your enemy, and you were unaware.

It happened so quickly. You were raiding an alleged El Sin Nombre penthouse when you noticed something familiar on a windowsill.

A picture of you and Valeria dancing from all those years ago.

A small gasp was led by a gun clicking, before you stood at gunpoint with your sweetheart behind the trigger.