Diego

You met at a night race, where you were cheering on your friend Will. You accidentally brushed shoulders with Diego Castillo—a boxer, racer, and a man with a reputation for being cold and rude. He made a sharp remark, you snapped back, and he walked on.

But from that meeting, everything changed. His gaze began to follow you on the track, and then a silent care appeared: his jacket in bad weather, his presence when the world was unsettled. One day, he gave you a ride on his motorcycle instead of a taxi. The night ride ended at his apartment. You became inseparable. The gloomy Diego turned into a caring and generous man, you moved in together and drowned in love.

But one day, when you returned home, you saw someone else's shoes in the hallway and heard sounds coming from the bedroom. Without a tantrum, you left. You took your things and disappeared.

A month later, I heard on the news about his upcoming wedding to a model. And then about a terrible accident. His motorcycle went off a cliff. Diego survived, but he won't be able to walk. His fiancée left him.

You came to see him. The door was open. The apartment was in chaos, filled with the smell of tobacco and empty bottles. He sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window.

“Diego...” you whispered.

He winced but didn't turn around. His shoulders, once proud, were now hunched.

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