This is fairly spoilery, just as the last one was; mostly for case four, and if you've played that, odds are you're good to go for this.

Also, I would like to submit this to Court Records.

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Saturday was the worst day, by far.

She’d decided this last Saturday, while sitting around the house in the late evening after picking at an unsatisfying dinner. Saturday was just one big stretch of nothing, with another day of more of the same to look forward to, more or less. Sunday was better; she could go down to a nearby store and pick up a few things for the coming week, keep herself supplied with food and basic necessities. Create the illusion within herself that she was spending some significant non-work time outside her apartment, pretend that she was interacting with other human beings in a meaningful way. And when she turned the television off and went to stare at the ceiling in her room with the lights off, she could assure herself that tomorrow would be better because she’d be going off to work.

Work wasn’t much better than staying at home, of course; sometimes, in a few ways, it was almost worse. It was a vivid reminder in all the most painful ways. The work, the people, they all served to transport her back to that day. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t even meet anyone’s eyes anymore when she spoke to them or they spoke to her – she couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t stand the looks of pity, of concern. And if they actually started to speak to her about it, she would, in a tone of voice that amply showed her agitation, make excuses to get away, to not talk about it. She didn’t want to talk about it, why didn’t they get that? It was bad enough to think about it, to go to work every day and see things – see people – that brought it all back. She couldn’t escape, and they seemed to be determined to help ensure it.

Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, and she got up to pace around her small living room. It was cold in here, so cold; she wrapped her arms around herself, and was vaguely surprised to realize that she had, in fact, bothered to get dressed today. She didn’t know why… after all, it wasn’t as though she had any plans to go anywhere, do anything today. Today was a nothing day, after all. Tomorrow she’d leave the house to do her weekly shopping, come home, eat what she could of something frozen she’d heat up for dinner, and then go to bed with the knowledge that another workweek was on the other side of the long night.

It was raining outside. She gnawed on her lower lip a little as she stared out the window at the steady drizzle trickling down it. It wasn’t a big storm, but all the same, she hoped sincerely that it would only be confined to today, and that tomorrow and Monday would be drier days. She had forgotten her umbrella at the office yesterday afternoon, and she honestly couldn’t decide which prospect was worse: going back there to retrieve it, or venturing out in the rain to do her shopping.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to sneak over there and grab it…?” She fiddled with the magatama around her neck as she spoke the words aloud, and very nearly winced at the sound of her own voice. “No one would be there, I could just use my key, run in, get it, get out… of course, I’d get wet on the way, but…”

No one would be there?

She thought about that for a moment. What it would be like to walk into the building, find it dark and empty. To see all the little offices without any occupants, no one sitting at their desks. The coffee machine, cold and unplugged, without any coffee in or the familiar red light on. During the week it was never off, always full or being filled, thanks to Mr. Armando and his hopeless addiction to the caffeinated beverage. She could see his smile in her mind now, hear his voice as he urged her to try it, the inevitable disappointment when she gently but firmly refused. What he didn’t know was that it was partly out of embarrassment; she’d grown up drinking only tea as a girl, and had never once tried coffee before coming out here, to the city, and thus had never managed to get it quite right. She always either added too much sugar, or not enough cream, or the wrong amount of whatever else she was experimenting with. And since the last thing she wanted was to humiliate herself in front of him by showing her lack of expertise with his obsessively loved vice, she’d keep declining and opting for a simple mug of tea.

Now that she thought about it… he’d been showing up to offer it to her more often ever since that day. Unlike everyone else, he hadn’t given her any pitying looks or asked if she wanted to “talk about it”. He’d gone on treating her just the same as before, except, somehow… not quite. He was a little more attentive now, a little more friendly, with less teasing. It wasn’t really enough to constitute drastically altered behavior, but it was changed enough that she felt a little more at ease every time his face appeared at her side as she made her tea every morning, or he knocked on her office door.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to talk to him about it.

She walked around the room with the phone in her hand for a couple minutes before settling down on the couch, her eyes on the rain-slicked window. She shivered; it was still so cold in here, and the room lately always seemed to be shrinking around her. Her toes wriggled a little on the carpet, nervously, and she watched them for one detached moment or two before opening her hand and staring at the phone held there.

She knew how to dial it, of course. She knew his number. It wouldn’t be a difficult thing to press the buttons and call him up, wait for it to stop ringing and for him to start talking. It would be so easy.

But it was so hard.

“Maybe he won’t pick up, and I’ll get an answering machine, and then I can just hang up and I’ll see him in the office on Monday.” She didn’t know, as her trembling fingers dialed the number, if she hoped for that outcome or not. It would let her run away from having to face the prospect of talking about it honestly, but at the same time, she knew it would only make it worse, in the long run. She would have even less nerve to discuss it with him at the office, she knew, so it would hang over her head all week until she reached the following Saturday and tried calling again.

And what if she reached him, but he was busy? On a date with some other girl? It wasn’t a completely unrealistic scenario… he was a handsome man, after all, and charming, and surely would have no problem finding a date. In fact, he was likely to have the opposite problem – of settling on one for long – and just as likely would not regard that as a problem at all. Men… and what chance would she have, in that case, of being able to hold his attention long enough to talk about what had happened? Absolutely none at all. She was just the rookie at the office, the green young colleague who’d failed miserably her first time at court and was taking it so hard everybody there had noticed. He wasn’t treating her with kid gloves like everyone else was, but what if that was because he didn’t have any real interest in her well-being? What if, to him, she was just… what in the world would someone like her have to offer someone like him? Why would he want to waste his time listening to her whine? There was no way, he wouldn’t… she’d embarrass herself and make things awkward, and he’d –

It was ringing. Once… twice. Her thumb moved to hang up, relief and disappointment coursing through her in equally-sized waves, but in the exact center of the third ring, there was a click, and his warm voice reached through the line.

“Mia?”

Too late now. Might as well go through with this. “Oh! U-um… hello. I-I’m not bothering you, am I?”

He chuckled. “Not at all. What’s up, kitten?”

“I… uh…” Why was it that now that she had someone to talk to, and actually wanted to talk, she had no idea what to say? She needed a starting point that didn’t exist. “I-I’ve been thinking… and I think… I don’t know… ah, maybe this was a bad idea… I -”

“Mia? Is everything all right?”

“I – yes – no – I don’t know.” She felt her shoulders slump, and he heard it in the sigh in her voice. “I… I wanted to… I was kind of hoping that you’d -”

“Stop right there.”

“Huh?” Her heart sank. “Wh-what do you -”

“Listen close, kitten. I want you to stop talking, hang up the phone, and sit tight. All right?”

“I – sure, but – I don’t underst -”

“Don’t worry about it; you will.” Another click, and his voice was gone; an empty space of cold air remained in its wake. Feeling confused and a little shaken, she pushed the button to hang up her end and put the phone down on the couch beside her.

She had to assume that, for some reason she couldn’t fathom, he had decided to come over and talk to her in person, rather than simply over the phone. She knew he didn’t live all that far away; but in a way, that made the wait so much worse. Every minute seemed to stretch on for hours, and she found herself looking at the clock far too many times within short spaces of its passing. Each time she glanced over, feeling like it had been ten minutes and hoping that it had actually been even longer, she was disappointed to find that it had only been one or two, maybe three at the most if she’d been lucky, if she had held out a little longer. She paced sometimes; sat fidgeting on the couch or a cold, hard chair other times. She ran to the bathroom to fix her hair and take care of personal business, her ears pricked up and straining to hear the knock she expected at any moment. And each time she heard footsteps down the hall, her heart would race hopefully only to be let down when they continued past her door without stopping.

It was only when she left her vigil near the door to get shoes from her bedroom that the knock came, at last. One shoe mostly on, she hopped frantically down the hall, struggling to get the other one on while not tripping.

“I’ll be right there!” she called as she paused to adjust the first shoe, hoping she didn’t sound nervous and that he wouldn’t laugh at her when she finally opened the door. She wished she’d straightened up the stuff on her tiny coffee table a little; but at least she had never been a slob, and had not let herself go too much even now. She smoothed her hair down again, adjusted her necklace, and took a deep breath as she took hold of the doorknob and swung it open. Her heart was pounding frantically, and she prayed that none of her anxiety would show.

“Hey, kitten.” His eyes were warm and friendly, but his ever-present smile seemed to freeze a little as he looked at her face. Her stomach knotted and twisted at this, but she fought not to let it display itself. “To what do I owe the unexpected honor of your equally unexpected phone call on this lovely afternoon?”

“… Um. I didn’t bother you in the middle of anything important, did I?” She bit her lip and directed her gaze away from the eyes that seemed – or maybe it was her imagination – to be inspecting her closely, with more than a little concern.

Only when she reached up to remove a stray eyelash from the corner of her eye did she remember that she’d forgotten to put on any makeup, and certain things she kept well-hidden during the week were now on full display for him to see.

“Not at all.” He shrugged. “I’ve got my errands for the day all done, and I was just trying to figure out what I should do about dinner later.” He smiled. “You saved me from immense boredom, so in the end I should be thanking you for summoning me over here.”

“But I didn’t – I didn’t mean for you to - ”

“Ha! I know that.” He laughed; but his smile couldn’t disguise the worry in his eyes as he looked at her. “I just happen to have a better idea than what you had in mind. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, and despite everything that was troubling him about her right now, he couldn’t help but think it looked unbearably cute. “Whenever someone says that, usually, it does.”

“Come on, would I lie to you, kitten?” He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Sheathe those claws and let’s get going.”

“Going? Going where?” She looked – and felt – like a deer in the headlights. “But I don’t – I didn’t say – why you think I’d want to – and where -”

“Let me ask the questions.” He took a step forward, and she backed away a couple herself, skittishly. He leaned against the doorframe with folded arms, and a serious expression on his face. “Tell me – when was the last time you left this place to do something other than work?” He shook his head as she opened her mouth to speak. “Other than food shopping. When was the last time you got out of here and did something fun, for yourself?”

“What does it matter to you?” Her arms were wrapped tighter around herself; her tone, more defensive. Her eyes darted around the room and never once met his. “Why do you care?”

He sighed and rubbed his temple, closing his eyes for a moment. “Look, I’m worried about you. And last I checked, that wasn’t illegal,” he added, cutting her off again as she started to speak, but softening the blow with a wink. “You’re not fine, you’re not okay, so don’t try and tell me that you are.”

“But I am!” A stubborn unwillingness to admit weakness to this man, to admit she was wrong and needed some help, had come to the forefront, overpowering the honest desire to get said assistance that had prompted that stupid and ill-thought-out phone call in the first place. “I really am, just believe me. Please.”

“Ha…!” He laughed and shook his head. “I’ll believe you when you explain that phone call to me, and why you stammered your way through a half-assed explanation during it that said so much more through what you didn’t say and how you did say what you managed to get out, than through the actual words spoken.” He stepped a little closer to her, and she wasn’t able to react in time to move away. “I’ll believe you when you tell me why your pretty eyes -” - he traced the shadows under them with his thumb before she could do anything – “- and your pretty mouth are telling me two completely different things.”

“… I can’t go out there with you.” Her shoulders slumped.

“Oh?” He folded his arms again and looked expectantly at her. “Why not? You embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“No, of course n – I mean, no. It isn’t that.” She squirmed slightly, hoping her face wasn’t red, and looked over at the wet window. “It’s raining outside.” She gestured lamely at it with one hand. “And I – I forgot my umbrella at work…” Her voice trailed off, and her cheeks burned red, and she was mortified when he laughed again.

“Ha! Is that all? Don’t be silly, kitten – did you think I didn’t bring mine?” He reached behind himself to where it was propped up just outside her door, and brandished it like an apprentice knight who’d just received his first sword. “There’s room enough for the both of us underneath, if you’re willing to share the space, so if you’ll just grab a coat…” He held out a hand to her, and she stared at it for a few seconds.

“I – oh well. All right.” She sighed and turned away to pluck her coat from where it had been slung over the back of a chair, along with the keys that sat a few inches away on the table. “You win.”

“I usually do, in the end.” He smiled, that smug one he knew never failed to annoy her. Except that right now, it kind of didn’t. “But it’s okay to lose every now and then too.”

“Mmmm.” She followed him out the door, and closed it carefully behind both of them. “And what other sage advice do you want to impart today?”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” He leaned against the door as she turned the key in the lock, and she was alarmed to feel his breath tickle her ear. To have him so close to her… “You’ll see soon enough. No need to rush.”

“I… guess.” She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to react to his close proximity. “But, if you - ”

“I’m not too busy to do this for you.” He squeezed her free hand, and she wasn’t able to prevent the sudden, sharp intake of breath that followed. He smiled, behind her head, where she couldn’t see. “I have the time, and you have the need. It’s a perfect combination.” He tugged on her hand a little before releasing it. “Come on – let’s go. I didn’t come over here to stand in a hallway all night.”

“Oh – right.” She forced her eyes to focus, and nodded as she turned to face him. She couldn’t meet his eyes with hers, though. Not quite yet. “Where – where to?”

“This way, kitten.” He started walking down the hallway, and she hurried after him, mildly impressed that she was able to keep pace with him.

When he’d heard her voice on the phone, he’d known something was wrong; he just hadn’t realized exactly how much until she had opened that door and he’d gotten his first real look at her in a handful of weeks. Seeing her at work hadn’t really counted, he knew now; he’d seen what she’d hidden beneath her mask and knew from one glance what else was festering inside. He had a pretty good idea, at least; and none of it was actually pretty in any way.

She was still thinking about it far too much, that was plain; and equally plain was that she hadn’t reached out to anyone about it, for whatever reasons. Something had held a hand over her mouth, and she’d been content to keep it there; he’d seen, after all, the excuses made to others who had tried to talk about it with her at the office. He’d heard the agitation in her voice, and he’d chosen to respect her wishes. He’d eased up some in his good-natured teasing, certainly, and stopped by more often to see her during work hours as long as he could find a plausible excuse, but otherwise, had treated her the same as before. Wasn’t it what she had wanted? She certainly had seemed to – she’d never behaved with any agitation around him, and he remembered vividly now how her shoulders had stiffened up on instinct when he’d knock, but then relax when she saw it was him. That, it had seemed, had been enough.

But then the phone had rung today, and as soon as he heard her voice, he knew he’d been wrong. She wasn’t slowly healing; she wasn’t moving at all. She had remained rooted in place, unable to walk away from that day. It had not really been a phone call he answered today; it was a cry for help that had reached out to him through the wire, a whimpering plea from the dark.

So here he was, doing the only thing he could think of that had a shot at shining a light down for her to take comfort in.

“Here.” He opened the umbrella, and held it out, away from himself. She stepped out and into the space under it, and when he joined her, they began to move forward together down the street. “See? I told you there was plenty of room for both, kitten.”

“Haha… yes, I suppose.” She smiled, ever so slightly. “It is -”

“See, that’s what I’ve missed. Or at least close to it,” he interrupted, watching her cheeks warm as he stared at her.

“Wh-what?” She felt her face flush slightly, and cursed at herself for it. “What do you mean?”

“You. Smiling.” He looked more thoughtful, his eyes slightly unreadable, as he looked away at the street that stretched out before them, then back at her as they walked down it. “It’s okay to smile, you know. You don’t have to bury that, too.”

“I know that.” Her voice was quieter, and the sound of it surprised him. “I don’t expect to feel like this forever… I don’t really think the wound will never heal, even though it feels like it won’t. But I also don’t know when it’s okay to… start feeling okay. To get back to where I was. I feel like…” She stopped herself, closing her eyes for a brief space of seconds before opening them and shaking her head. Her foot sank into a puddle, and the water splashed up around her, dampening her leg. “No, it’s…”

“If you think it’s silly, don’t. Just go ahead and say it. I promise that you’ll hear no laughter from me.” He adjusted the umbrella so that more of it would be covering her head. “Go on, kitten – there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“That’s just it – I am afraid.” She shook her head again, and this time managed to step over a larger stream of water flowing beside the curb. “I don’t want to be stuck in this state forever, I know I have to move forward – but I’m just not ready yet, I feel like I’d be doing what happened some great disrespect by rushing back to normal and - ”

“Kitten, slow down,” he interrupted her. “No, just listen – you already know you shouldn’t let yourself wallow in this misery forever, right?” She nodded. “Well, that’s the first step already taken. The next one is to know that you don’t have to rush it. There’s no reason why anyone would have to do that.”

“Really?”

“Think of it like this.” His foot accidentally struck a small, rain-slicked pebble lying on the sidewalk, and it skidded off on a perilous trajectory into the street. “When you were a baby, did you run right away? No, none of us did. We had to crawl first, then stand on our own, and then walk… only after that could we run. This is just like that.”

“… It’s hard to stand on my own sometimes.” It was somewhat difficult to hear her over all the other noises competing for attention out here. “I’m a little afraid of falling over sometimes.”

“When you think that’s going to happen, reach out and grab something for support.” He stopped and turned to look at her. “There’s no shame in that.”

“I-I know that.” She flushed a little, again, and stepped backwards to let a couple of kids running and laughing after each other, determined to splash through every puddle, pass between them, before moving back under the shelter of his umbrella. “I’m just not sure what to reach out for, is all – what I should -”

“You knew to call me up, right?” He smiled. “I’d say you already have a pretty good idea, or at least you’re starting to.”

“M-Mr. Armando - ”

“Diego.” Something dimmed in his eyes, for just a moment, and she instantly wished she hadn’t taken a step backwards like that. “Come on, Mia – don’t you think we’re past the need for formality like that? You don’t need to be so shy anymore, even if it is kind of cute.” He was smiling, but she could see some sadness in his eyes that she wanted badly to banish.

“You’re right.” She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right.” He waved her concern away, and the smile seemed to melt into his eyes a little. “Don’t worry about it – worry more about what were talking about a minute ago. One step at a time – all things in time. It’s also like coffee – what’s so funny?”

“I knew it’d come back to coffee.” Mia laughed, softly, and it was like a balm to his ears to see the shadows inside her eyes fade a little more as the sound was carried on the air. “With you, it always does.”

“Ha!” He was glad he’d brought it up; the mention of it had resulted, it seemed, in both their hearts being lightened for at least a moment. Yet another reason to appreciate the finest drink ever created. “It does apply this time, though; to get the flavor just right, you have to apply everything in the proper measure. Balance everything perfectly, and it’ll taste right… get it wrong, and you just have a mess on your hands.”

“I guess maybe this would be the time to admit that I never get it right?” She blushed slightly, and laughed again. “That’s why I always say no, at the office – I can’t figure out how to get it to taste right, and it’s kind of… embarrassing…”

“You’re joking, right, kitten?” His eyes were wide, and she shook her head, looking even more mortified. “Ha… we’re going to have to remedy that next time, you know that, right?” He grinned at her, and she reddened a little more even as she nodded. “Good, because you don’t get to try and argue your way out of this one.”

“I wasn’t going to try.” She let the silence hang over them for a minute or so, then spoke up again. “How do I… how do I apply that principle to… this, though?”

“Simply, and slowly.” He shrugged. “That’s what this is for, or didn’t you guess?” Handing her the umbrella, he bent to pick a lilac off the bush they had been about to pass by. “Occupying your mind with work during the week is fine – it does help sometimes, the distraction. But you need to step outside and notice the things around you, too – take little moments for yourself to appreciate life, and living – it’s okay to mourn the end of another one, but you can’t let yourself forget that yours is still going on.” He gently, and carefully, stuck the stem of the flower into her hair, just above her left ear. “There are all sorts of things to be remembered – just don’t let one overwhelm you to the detriment of all the others.”

“… I… I think I understand.” She nodded, hesitantly.

“You do? Good.” He smiled. “Learn to walk again, Mia – take a look at all the little things around you, and don’t take them for granted. Take comfort and pleasure in them. And if you need to lean on something from time to time, that’s all right too – you know where to look for it.”

“Yeah, I do.” She moved the umbrella over to more evenly cover the both of them as they walked. She took a deep breath, then – plunged forward, treating her fear like a rock tossed into a nearby puddle. “Diego – thank you -”

“Ha!” She saw his eyes close slightly as he laughed, softly. “I liked that, kitten.”

“You liked what?” She feigned confusion, even as her heart began to race again.

“When you said that just now.” He turned his head to look at her, an unreadable expression on his face. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“… No, it wasn’t.” Her hand brushed his; it was brief, and would have looked accidental to any observers, but they both knew it wasn’t.

It would be a quiet walk back to her apartment building; the rain showed no signs of either letting up or becoming heavier, but all the same, the air felt different in the space underneath that red umbrella. Their eyes met a few times, and though the glances never lingered, it wasn’t awkward at all. When the door to the building opened, she let him go through first, and hung back only to close the umbrella and shake free some of the moisture that had accumulated on it. Some of the rain touched the top of her head then, but she didn’t care – it actually felt good.

It felt cleansing.

“If you need me again, don’t hesitate to pick up the phone.” He set the umbrella against the doorframe again, and squeezed her hand. “There’s nothing to be afraid of; there never was. You could’ve called any time you liked.”

“… Yeah. I know.” She felt silly now, for second-guessing herself earlier, for second-guessing him. Felt guilty for not giving him enough credit. But then, that was okay, wasn’t it? It was understandable, at least – she’d been tied up in knots already, and her anxiety at taking that step had only tightened them. How was she to know then, that he’d loose the ropes so much?

“You’re not alone in this. I hope you know that.” He lifted her chin in his hand, and stared right into her eyes. “Don’t forget that I was there too, that day. Don’t let yourself be convinced that – well, you may not have figured it out, kitten, but I do care. Don’t lose sight of that.”

“I - ”

And before she knew it, before she could stop it, the tears were flowing from her eyes uncontrollably. Without a word, he pulled her close – let her bury her face in his shoulder. A million things were coming to the forefront of his mind to say, but he didn’t want to say anything to her, not really. He realized in the back of his mind that words would only poison this moment, so instead of telling her not to cry, the way he had that terrible day, he simply let her empty herself out on his shirt and leaned his cheek against her damp, rain-scented hair. Slipped his arms around her gently, so she could stand up.

Besides, the reason she was crying didn’t have much to do with the actual events of that day. Not really.

“Shhh.” He shook his head as she finished crying and lifted her head to look up at him. Down the hall, someone was playing music, softly, in their own apartment. It was the only sound he wanted to hear right now. He wiped a tear from her cheek, and felt her body tremble in his arms.

She was looking at him differently, like she never had before. His own breathing quickened as she reached up to touch his face with a hand that shook, just a little. He only hesitated a little before lowering his head and connecting his mouth with hers. He could smell the lilac in her hair, taste the salt of her shed tears on her lips. It was almost impossible to think straight right now – to think at all – but later on, it would be impossible to forget.

It would be a long kiss – one she never wanted to end. Just as she had thought he would, in lucid moments well before this had driven all coherent thought from her brain, he tasted of coffee; it was as warm and inviting as his arms around her. And even when they finally paused, to allow some air back into themselves, they stayed where they were, listening to each other’s breathing in the quiet. He gently kissed her closed eyelids, and her knees wobbled beneath her. She moved to lean against her door for support, and he moved with her, though he did not brace himself against the surface – if he needed it, it was less than his need to keep his hands on her as they kissed again, with more feeling.

They would have to learn how to make this work together with, well, working together, but there was no reason to worry about it now. No reason whatsoever. All things in time, after all.

Their goodbyes were said in soft whispers and squeezed hands, lingering glances and warm smiles. She watched him disappear down the hallway; only when he had vanished from her sight did she consent to opening the door and letting herself in. It was a pleasant thing, to realize that it no longer felt as small and cold as it had before she had left.

And when she slept – after dinner, tea, and a long bath – it was deep, dreamless, and lasted until the new day’s dawn.

Oh! That was so sweet!!!
It has got to be the best Diego x Mia fic I have ever read.
You captured both their characters perfectly and I loved how you "narrated" from both their perspectives. I really enjoyed all the thoughts from Mia, because we hardly ever see her insecurities and hear her speak her mind in the game.

Keep writing! I would love to see more of your works!

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Wow! You handled this story really nicely. :) The emotion in the fic was captured perfectly and both characters were handled quite well. You are a very good writer.

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I don't know completely what I think of the relationship as a whole, but I believe you did a fabulous job with the characters, and the ending provided a good sense of conclusion that is very difficult to accomplish. I suppose one reason why I never bothered with writing a story about Mia and Diego was the way I perceived their relationship; it's very tempting to treat as pure passion, considering Diego's personality. Though I treat the relationship as canonical and have referenced it in my own story here, I don't think I'll ever have a good enough understanding of it to be able to write a good story about it. For writing one like this, you have my respect.

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It was so wonderful!!! and really touching!

That was so beautifully written! I really enjoyed reading it Hope to see stories from you, you're really good!

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That was very sweet and I also like the vaunerable side of Mia that was shown. It was very romantic and also seemed quite realistic in the way it was writen. You're a very good writer.

I look forward to any other stories you write.

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I loved how realistic this fan fiction was. The emotion portrayed here was excellent. I liked hearing Diego's and Mia's side of the story and I felt it brought the story together as a whole. I'd love to read some of your other works!

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