Beautiful Mistake | ✓

• alternate ending 1 •

• Violetta •

IT USUALLY RAINS.

On television, these days are dreary and bleak. It's supposed to complement the mood of the day, which makes you feel worse, but it doesn't feel contradictory. There were black umbrellas that encompassed you as your good shoes sunk into the muddy ground.

Today, it was bright and sunny. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sky was a bright blue. My feet were not sinking into the ground and my hands held nothing but a rose. There was no rain to mask my tears as they continued to stream down my face.

Camila was next to me and she was sobbing into Marco's chest. I tightened my grip on my rose, letting the thorns dig into my palms. I let out a shaky breath and start walking. It's glossy and black and big and full. I choke back a sob as I pull my piece of paper out of my purse. It's wrinkled in a few places because of tears and now there's a spot of blood.

I look at the words and there are all jumbled together. I can't read the words and panic rises up my throat. I start to struggle to breathe and I ball the paper up in my fist. I don't need the paper. Not now. I've never needed any preparation when it came to this.

When it came to him.

"I loved him. I love him. I loved him even when I knew it was wrong and stupid. I loved him knowing that I was going to get hurt. He was the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. He was my husband, my greatest love.

"Our relationship wasn't perfect. But he was perfect for me. He was the best man I have ever known. He made me feel safe and comfortable, but he also made me insane because of how much passion and love we had for each other. There was something about him that set him apart from everybody I have ever known, something that drew me to him from the moment I saw him.

"He is successful and smart. He has achieved so much and he was so young. I am so unbelievably proud of him. Everybody should be. He has been through so much and all I ever wanted to do was help him. He persevered and he came out stronger. He became the bravest person I have ever known. He had the kindest heart and supported me through everything. He was always there for me and respected me. He loved me.

"I know I'm not supposed to say it, but it's all my fault. I will never forgive myself because I loved him so much. He never deserved any of this. He deserved so much better and I should have been there for him. All he's ever needed was support. All he's ever needed was love. He loves too much and all he's ever wanted was some in return. He never thought he was worthy of it. But he was. He was the greatest person in the world and I hope he knows how much I love him. How much everybody here loves him."

I place the rose onto the coffin. It is followed by a dozen more which made up the people whom he would have wanted here. Other people would be at the penthouse later. We watch the coffin slowly lower into the ground and Leon squeezes my hand.

Diego Hernandez
Husband, son and friend
1994 - 2017

Goodbye Diego.

Mean? Possibly. It easily could have happened if I just went with it.

You're welcome.

Diego easily could have died because what he did was very dangerous. Violetta should feel guilty because she ignored the voicemails until it was too late.

Thanks for reading 🙈 Sorry for any errors 💚

~Lexy 😈