"I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?" Valeria asked, leaning her arm against the doorframe as she admired you.

"And I mean anything, I'd kill for you, I'd die for you, I'd live for you." She stressed, looking at you like it was the last time she'd do it.

She was tired. Not of you, never of you. She was tired of worrying about your safety when she wasn't around and what her enemies would do if they found you.

This had to end.