His very personal assistant

Chapter 15

I was still painting heavily processing everything that I dreamed.

Francisco... He was my boyfriend. He helped me through everything in life.

He made me laugh even when I only could cry. He supported me in the dark times.

He was everything I had.

Until that one horrible day...

"I'm sorry miss... Francisco died in a car accident"

I totally broke down. He was my life and he died. I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't move on. I just couldn't. I even tried to date but every time it just felt like I betrayed him.

Like he was still with me and wanted me for himself.

I was his.

And he was mine.

I couldn't go back to sleep now. I slowly put on my little light.

I just stared at the wall blankly. I heard footsteps and waited.

Diego's head peeked out and he walked in. "Hey... I heard something and I thought I'd just look to see if you're okay"

See? You know what I mean now.

"I'm okay...just a nightmare" I said still shaking a bit. He nodded ready to leave.

"Diego?" I whispered. He turned around and looked at me.

"Yes" he answered. "Stay with me please... I don't want to be alone now" I said looking down.

A/N:
lol I hate distance.