─ 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲
❝ that i'm no sweet dream, but i'm a hell of a night. ❞
in which two people come
back after finding out the
end of the world is
approaching them.
(slow burn)
( diego hargreeves x oc )
( season 1 )
( book one in the nightma...
⋆·☆·⋆ chapter two - "And there goes Ben's statue, hold on."
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The door swung open, the door creaked ever so slightly, being the only giveaway of how old the room was. The sheer curtains were brought shut but still allowed a far bit of the gray bluish light come through. Walking in looking around as a waves of uncomfortable nostalgia hit it as she kept looking around the room.
The room had a twin size bed up against the wall. A desk as the foot of the wooden frame. And a matching dark wooden dresser next to her bed. Different posters still hung up on the cream colored walls. Each of them had the option to paint their rooms but Luna, at ten, wanted to show off her taste in different bands and shows. A bookcase that housed her personal favorite books sat with different small knick knacks gathered around them. Leaving the top shelf to have different medals and framed photos or newspapers that housed 'The Umbrella Academy' and all their greatest achievements as a group.
It was exactly how she left it. Nothing out of place and yet it was all spotless. Nothing had a single bit of dust showing just how old it was. It was as if she was walking into a time capsule.
Walking up to her bed seeing the sheets were clean and neatly made, not a crease in sight. Dropping her black duffle bag onto the light gray duvet. Pulling the zipper open and pulling out the smaller bag that kept her toiletries in. Followed by her small jewelry box, placing it next to the small bag on the top of her dresser.
"So you're staying?"
Her head snapped towards her door. Turning around so her back was no longer facing the open door. "My manager told me I needed to take some time off. She knows my feelings with Reginald so she convinced me this break is more for physical reasons." She explained all the while Diego nodded his head slowly walking his way into the room. "I think you're losing you edge."
"I think you just haven't met Miley."
He smiled looking off to the side as the corner of his eyes creased up. She hated that smile. It brought this warmth that flooded her body. Especially the heat raise up to her cheeks. That's the reason why she hated it. Because even after all this time he was still able to cause her to feel that way. Thirteen years. Thirteen years ago they made a plan, after finally having enough about everything they went through they were done with it. Just the two of them how had been and would've been. But then something happened. Something that caused Diego to end up taking Klaus. She had spent a whole other year in that prison of a house before up and leaving with nothing but a backpack and duffle bag.
