▪︎All for you▪︎ - Diego x Reader || DISCONTINUED

▪︎ 19. Solivagant ▪︎

you're welcome.

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Solivagant
Someone wandering alone, or marked by solitary wandering.

"I killed Diego."

It was like the tiny world that I had built up during the past weeks, just came crumbling down beneath me. My body went numb, and I tried to scream. Tried- since his hands were still on my face. Hot Pants shouted something in the distance, something I couldn't comprehend. My eyes watered with tears, and I no longer had any control over the situation.

Valentine dropped me to the floor, where I finally broke down. I cried, cried, cried and screamed until my lungs gave out. He walked over to Hot Pants, who wasn't too stable right now due to her injury. All I could tell through this blur, was that he threw her off the train. I was all alone, again.

I didn't know how much time passed, or what really happened next. I just knew that I laid on the floor- sobbing, screaming and feeling physical pain in my heart. In no way had I expected myself to feel this way about Diego Brando, but I did. I had never known that his death would have a bigger impact on me than Eric's- or my father's death had. I'd give anything to lay on the ground during the second stage again, meeting with Diego's eyes as he muttered the word 'pathetic' at me.

Suddenly, I was swung across the floor. The train had stopped with such force that both me and Lucy slid to the other side of the passenger car. In the middle of it all, I stopped crying to try and grab onto something. On the other end of the train- where we were headed- was an open door, and Lucy was headed straight for it. I forced myself up, running over there as fast as I could to grab her. Luckily, I had made it just in time.

My tears dried up, and I realized the president wasn't here anymore. There was quite a commotion outside, but I had no strength left to pull me to my feet.

"Y- You!" Something groaned in the corner. A man came crawling over the floor, soaked in blood and tears. I recognized him, I had seen him a lot of times in the newspapers. He was Stephen Steel, but what was he doing here? "Please!"

"I'm sorry, sir." My voice was hoarse from screaming, and my lungs were tired. "I can't help you... I'm sorry, I've lost everything..." I began to sob again, still holding Lucy tightly in my arms. She was still unconscious, but breathed slowly.

"No! I'm not asking for your help... Or, well, I guess I am... But not for me, for Lucy. Please, save her. Get her away from here, that's all I'm asking." I expected him to cry even more, but he seemed strong. I didn't understand their relationship, but I knew he valued it enough to sacrifice himself for her.

"I'll... I'll try." I sobbed. A chair nearby had tilted over, so I corrected it to use as support while I heaved myself up. My legs were shaking, and I just wanted to lay down on the ground again to cry.

Once I had stabilized my balance a bit more, I headed over to Lucy. She was surprisingly easy to carry, about 50kg or-

Oh. That's what Diego and that man were talking about.

I shrugged it off and picked her up. I wasn't the strongest, but at least I'd manage. Stephen gave me a nod of approval, as I stepped out of the car with her in my arms. The sounds from earlier were fading, but they were still the same. If I were to guess, Johnny and Gyro were currently fighting with Valentine right about now.

When I stepped off the train, a neigh was heard. I turned to the direction we were coming from, and a gorgeous, grey, mare was approaching. Athena had been loyal enough to follow the train, and had a chance to catch up once we stopped. Horse's usually come back to their owners, and seeing only my horse hurt even worse.

"Good girl!" Again, I wanted to cry, but of relief. This was my one and only thing I had left. She was my treasure, and my savior. I left Lucy to hang over Athena's back while I climbed on, where I could hold onto the woman a bit better. I wanted to keep her secure.

Athena began galloping away, but the sounds coming from the sea intrigued me. I had promised Stephen to save Lucy as best I could, but what if I could help Gyro? What if I could help Johnny?

I made the horrible decision to head over there. Yes, I was stupid, but I figured it was worth it. Athena ran and ran, until I could see the three of them in the distance. The situation looked to be even. While Johnny's stand had upgraded, Gyro had obtained one. It was green, unlike Johnny's pink one. Valentine traveled through the water, looking a bit like he had risen from the dead.

Both Johnny and Gyro were hurt, pretty badly too. Well, Valentine as well, but that was a good thing. So far, I hadn't been noticed, so using Purple Rain now would be risky. Though, Valentine got thrown over the ground until he landed in a pile of dust. He had his back turned to me, so I made another dumb decision.

I left Lucy with Athena. I wanted her to be safe, of course. Then I activated Purple Rain, where the drops quickly attached themselves to Valentine. He took notice of me, right as I passed him and stood between him and the other two. There was tension in the air, and I had no idea where I got this bravery from.

"You're independent, for starters."

Reminiscing over the past wasn't my type of thing, at least, that's what I'd like to tell myself. Truthfully, I'm in this race because of the past, am I not? So, I suppose it isn't weird for Diego's words to creep up on me from behind. I think, in a way, he's made me a better person during this race.

For the short moment it took for me to gather my thoughts, Valentine had taken advantage of my vulnerability. He had grabbed onto some type of knife, throwing it my way. Johnny had taken notice of it, using Tusk to stop it from reaching my face. Unfortunately, it had just enough time to graze my cheek. I was taken back by the action, and Purple Rain disappeared.

Valentine used his stand, which stretched its foot out towards me. I focused on the cut, not noticing that he was attacking. The foot landed a hit right on my lower leg, causing me to land on the ground. The little energy I had left was gone, and I had completely given up. The three of us were all hurt, we were all weak. I truly believed that Valentine had won. Because in this moment, who would be left to save us?

"WRYYYYYYY!" My eyes widened. For a second, I didn't dare to look. Was there a God who had answered my prayers? Had I died, and ended up in some other place filled with memories? No, that wasn't it at all.

I looked back up again. Valentine was bent forwards, nearly screaming in pain at the large claw marks on his back. Blood poured out of it, and his stand had disappeared. Behind him, stood a ghost. I'd like to call it a ghost, at least, because there was nothing else there could be. I considered the possibilities that Valentine had used his ability, but he was hurt, so it wasn't possible. It was him. It was truly him.

Diego Brando was alive.

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