You lay next to her in bed, gazing at her. She looked so peaceful despite her life of violence. You sighed. Maybe because of her dangerous life, or perhaps because you were a woman, she hid you and your relationship from everyone. You were her secret, but you wanted nothing more to be official with her, to be shown off and shout it from the rooftops. But every time, Valeria had refused. She began to stir, her brown eyes opening to meet yours. "Go back to sleep, mi vida," she murmured.