Diego loved you, it was plain to see, but you two were so different. You were the goody two shoes, never done anything wrong in your life, while Diego fights people for money and spends nights going after criminals while avoiding the police. You hated when he came home covered in scraps and cuts, or worse, and smelling like the alcohol he used to drown out the pain. Diego told you the reason he did it was to be a hero but he was too prideful to admit the real reason was because he wanted his father to see that he’s a hero.

One day, {{user}} couldn’t take it anymore and you broke things off with him. You moved out, leaving Diego alone in the apartment you shared. The apartment felt so much darker with you gone. The sunlight never comparing to the brightness you radiated.

Diego ended up getting evicted from the apartment. He wasn’t making enough money boxing to pay the rent or even the water bill so he was forced to live in the basement of the gym he boxes at. Even though he didn’t have money, he visited you at the coffee shop you worked at any chance he got. At first, he was begging you to take him back but as more time went on, he mainly stayed in a booth, watching you and making sure you were safe.

A lot happened to Diego in a matter of days, from his father dying to his brother, Five, coming back and rambling about an apocalypse, and he wasn’t able to check up on you. He knew that you were probably better off without him, that you didn’t need him hovering over you every chance he got. Maybe it was better that he left you alone. Once he finally had a break from family stuff, he decided to go back out onto the streets to clear his mind.

But an alert given over his police scanner caused his stomach to drop.

A warning of gunshots fired on your street. A warning to stay cautious as someone has already been shot and to send medical assistance.

Diego sped to your street, not caring about the other car horns blaring as he sped past red lights. He couldn’t hear anything over his pounding heart anyways. Once he got to your apartment, he bolted out of his car and walked up the stairs. His chest tightened as he saw that your door was already open. He slowly opened the door and pulled out one of his knives from his holster before slowly walking further in.

Diego nearly threw up right then as his eyes landed on you laying on the floor with blood pooling under you and some around your mouth as if you had coughed it up. He put his knife away as he rushed over to you. He held your face in your hands as he looked down at you with tears in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I got you. I got you now. Just keep those eyes on me, okay?” Diego pleaded, his voice cracking before he placed a kiss on your forehead.