“At almost three o'clock in the morning, Diego managed to fall asleep, too tired to keep his eyes open and fight the fear of his nightmares. Two hours later, he awoke suddenly, with his heart pounding and tears in his eyes. By instinct he turned to the side of the bed that was usually occupied by Klaus, in search of his comfort. He had a heart attack when he realized that Klaus was not there. Then he noticed the paper under the door and went to pick it up, with a certain hope in his chest. Maybe Klaus wanted to send him a message asking to go to him.
He started reading and the more he went on, the more those words didn't promise anything good. So Diego came out of his room with his heart in his throat, he wanted explanations, he wanted to know what Klaus wanted to tell him and to tell it to his face if he had the courage.
Then he saw the door to Klaus' room wide open. There was no one in there.
Number Two felt an even more horrible feeling in his stomach and began to look for him in every corner of the house, more and more panicked.
It could not be.
He went up to the terrace, to their special place in front of those beautiful flowers that Number Two had received as a gift. He wasn't even there.
He couldn't believe it...Klaus had abandoned him in that house. He had left without him.
In a fit of rage, the boy began to uproot the poor plants, threw the vases to the ground, crying out loud like he had never done before. The worst nightmare had come true, Klaus was gone, Klaus had run away forever and without him. Diego was alone, totally alone. His heart had broken into a thousand pieces, he could feel that pain physically in his chest. He fell to his knees and punched his fists on the floor. He wouldn't stop shaking, thinking about how selfish Number Four had been to leave him there. Going away together had been their live's project and instead he had left him in the lurch. He told him that he loved him, he told him that without him he would never have left...He told him a lot of crap apparently.
Diego was on his knees, the rain had started to fall, mixing with his tears. When the anger subsided, the boy couldn't help thinking he had destroyed one of the last things he had left of Klaus. His flowers, the little lives he had looked after for months until they blossomed, destroyed. He took a pink hydrangea in his hand, remembering its meaning and he placed it on his heart. “
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