<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos held her as close as he could, not allowing even the smallest gap between them. His arms had wrapped around her and her head was resting at his shoulder. Her feverish body burned on his skin, but he didn't mind at all. He would have held her even if she was on fire, burning like a torch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"John's gone. He said he'd never leave, but he did. He left. He wouldn't come back no matter how much I pleaded. He wouldn't come back."</span> <br/><br/>It was hard for Carlos to imagine how it may have felt for Lea to know her kid gone and her husband dying under her hands. He had never experienced something like that, his brother had been dead instantly, when he caught the .38 in his throat. Even if Pedro would have been alive after the shooting, he wasn't sure if he would have felt for his brother like Lea must have felt for her husband. More likely he would have accused Pedro of stupidity and idiotism. But for Lea a world must have shattered. He understood now why she never gave him a chance all those years she had been his partner. She must have thought of her husband often and she must have feared that if she loved again history may repeat itself. That he would die too on her. What an irony it was that she had saved his life by shooting this scumbag and it destroyed her anyway. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"You won't leave though, right? You'll stay? You'll stay, right?"</span><br/><br/>Carlos could feel the desperation hiding behind her heavy tongue. She was some wreck, a single chimney standing in the way of a wrecking ball swinging full force and he knew that if there was any chance to save her, then it meant that he had to be at her side. Everytime, anytime she needed him. Day, night, work, home, it didn't matter. He had to be John when she awoke at night caught in her nightdreams, he had to be Carlos when she feared for her life and he had to be her life support, when she lost hope again. And he was sure that she would lose hope again. It came with the cold turkey, those phases of total despair and depression.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I won't leave, Lea. I won't. Never. You are all that counts in my life, all that makes it worth living it. I will not leave you. I will be there for you, whenever you need me." </span><br/><br/>And another tear trickled down his cheek. He hoped that he would be really there when she needed him most...</div>