Diego De Luna, Over My Dead Body
He let go of the hug and looked at me seriously.
I gritted my teeth, and I could feel a brewing pain of regret again inside my chest.
I despise this feeling. It’s as if the world has its greatest downfall against me, making everything around me dark, lifeless, and overwhelmingly lonely. I feel lost and without direction.
"Take care, Mors…" Diego's jaw tightened. "The enemies are still out there, lurking around, looking for an open path to kill you."
I smirk. "I know that, Digs."