I wanted this to go in Mia Fey – The Story at some point, but I never got this far, so I wrote something similar as a depressing one-shot here. It's a little . . .um, depressing. Still, enjoy if you can, but let's be honest, Deigo/Mia is pretty tragic to put it lightly.
Goodbye Diego...
Diego Armando...
She stared down, long and hard at the face she knew so well, the one she'd seen night and morning for so many months.
The face that she'd grown to love more than anything.
"I wish-" But then she choked her words back, swallowed them down, because what use was wishing? And anyway, how could it be expressed? Nothing she could say would ever be good enough, nothing could ever be right, because there was no way to tell someone you were letting go of them.
. . . Or worse, giving up on them.
Especially not if they can't even hear you.
That's not what the doctor's say... a voice reminds her, but she disregards it's reasoning.
Perhaps the worst part was not knowing whether he could hear or not? Which would make this worse, she wondered.
She knew he'd understand.
If Diego Armando was clinging to even the tiniest bit of life and, through that thick, impenetrable fog, he heard a single thing she planned to say, she knew he'd understand.
It didn't make it any better though.
"Diego..." she took his hand, but then almost thought better of it, her hand backed away as though his tanned skin was made of molten lava. In the end she settled on placing her hand by his, only the tips of their fingers touching.
His hands were warm and she swallowed back the tears in her voice and spoke again.
"I wont rest until she's . . . until she's . . .I do anything to stop her."
It was no use though, the tears fought back determined to be released from their cabin of repression where they were neither let out or allowed to be. Simply ignored, because she could not cry any more.
Finally they were free and had no intention of stopping and so she let them out, one last time.
"I love you, you know."
He had known and she felt all the more grateful that she'd said it so often.
"There's no change, Diego...nothing. They don't think . . . they don't think . . ." and with that she trailed off and silently cried for a minute.
"There's nothing . . ." the last word hovered pointlessly in the air as she truly believed that only she could hear it and she pondered; perhaps there was nothing left to say any way?
Except that she knew there was more that she could say, it was simply that she didn't want to.
"I can't . . . I'm so sorry." She gripped his hand now, determined to soak up every last bit of him through the warmth they shared; his passion, his determination and even the faith which she knew he'd had in her...
Sobs full of anguish and sadness now crashed forth from between her lips and she cried quite ridiculously until she realised she'd only left one last thing to say to him...
"Goodbye Diego . . ."