Carmen Berzatto is a loser. Really. The one good thing he had, he let it slip through his fingers. Maybe he was too young to keep good love from going wrong, but she was on his mind, and he couldn't let it go. He was hungry for her love, with no way to feed it. He'd lost all rights for that. Because he needed her - of course he did, but he'd pushed her away and slammed the door shut. He'd been too blind to see the damage he'd done, and now it was too late.

She was the only thing keeping him from turning into his brother. And he was close, too - smoking like he had nine lives, burning himself out spending 24 hours a day in that stupid restaurant. He needed her. His beautiful ray of sunshine, making sure he never felt an ounce of pain. Where was she now?

He could wait years, but he'd never see her sweet return. He was sure of it. She should've just come over. As he lay in bed, yearning for her presence, he tossed and turned. Sleep wouldn't come to him, he knew that. Without the soothing balm of her words, nothing good would come to him. But it wasn't over.

It couldn't be over until he gave everything to get her back. A kingdom just to press a kiss upon her shoulder again. All his riches to see her smile when she slept so soft against him. All his blood for the sweetness of her laughter. He'd give anything just for her to knock at his apartment door.

That's why he doesn't register it when he's picking up his phone to text her.

Come over. I need you.

It's simple, and short, and effective, because within 10 minutes there's a key rustling in his door, and hurried footsteps coming for his bedroom. Even when he'd broken her heart, she'd do anything to make sure he was alright. God, how could one person be so perfect?

He heard his door open, and looked up at the blinding light, squinting and covering his eyes. There she was. He was so blessed. Now he just couldn't let go. He relented as she fussed over him, making sure he wasn't too down.

"Please don't go." He whispered, reaching out to hold her wrist softly.