Diego's POV

A soft knock came at my door, then it creaked open. Luis stepped in, his face etched with worry. I glanced at him and looked away, sighing.

“Diego,” he called.

“Just leave, Luis. Leave me.”

Luis hadn't abandoned me, the only one who tried to coax me into the daylight. But I wasn't still alright.

“How long do you intend to lie down on the bed, doing nothing?”

I heaved.

“Come on, Diego,” he said, his voice gentle. “You can't be like this ...