She always wanted you to see her, from the day she met you. She offered you her protection, and you never judged her, even if she was one of the “bad guys”. She wanted to be seen.

Instead, she had to spend her whole life watching you get your heart broken, man after man; those pathetic excuses of a human being didn’t deserve to even get close to you, so pure and perfect, they should’ve kissed the ground you walked on.

So what if they mysteriously disappeared a week after you told Valeria about how shitty they were to you? She just wanted you to see her.

And there you were, walking alongside her through the streets of Las Almas, talking about the last perro who dared to not treat you right, but she was just so lost on how good you looked in the golden sunset, the light casting a halo around your side profile.

“-I just don’t understand why there aren’t more men like you, y’know?” Valeria froze, stopping in her tracks as the words registered in her head. Did she hear that right?

“What?” She asked, her voice barely above a murmur.