TRANSLATION

El Último —— The Last One
Su Pasado —— Her Past
Piarda —— Miss
sal ahora —— Come out now
detenlo ahora —— Stop it now
Ella está asustada —— She's scared
huir de aqui —— Run away from here

Valencia, 1896

"Lucia López, sal ahora!"  The violent voice of the drunkard, Lucia's father roared in the small shelter they lived in. Her shaking form tried hard to stay near the front door where he wouldn't come easily.

She looked up, the staircase blocking her view of her mother, who was trying hard to calm her father, "Detenlo ahora! Ella está asustada." Tears had dumped her mother's face, her hair were a mess, her hands trying to catch the trembling of her husband's.

"What are you talking about? That bitch needs to come out now!"

Lucia closed her eyes shut, hands coming together to pray for mercy. "Please just calm do—" Her mother tried to stop him, "Shut up! Lucia, come out you little shit!" He cried, her hands went up to her mouth to hold her sobs back.

"Just—"  Suddenly, everything became quiet, a loud, glass scattering voice came from her side, Lucia shot her head up, trying to look up at her mother, her eyes widened when she saw her mother on the floor, groaning in pain, blood coming out of her head.

"Mama!" She yelled, coming out of her hiding place and to her mother, her mother's eyes looked at hers, a smile forming on her face when she saw her daughter's face.

"Take this." Her mother handed her the red necklace she wore. "My friend, she'll help you if you show this to her." She whispered.

"Lucia, huir de aqui." She whispered in pain, knowing she'll not survive the pain. "Mama! Mama! Wake up!" Lucia yelled, her hands gripping her mother's clothes damped in blood.

Her eyes were barely open anymore, as she kept muttering the same things, huir de aqui. Lucia gasped when her eyes closed, hands going blue and body numbing.

"Mama? Mama!" She yelled, looking back up at her father, who was standing there in shock. "What did you do? Why did you kill her?!" She yelled, not caring about the glass in his hand, she gripped his collar.

"You muderer! You—" Her father raised his hand, slapping her, she stumbled back, gritting her teeth in anger. "Don't talk to me in that way!" He yelled back, throwing the glass away.

He squatted down beside his now dead wife, "Come on, help me dig her body in the backyard." Lucia went numb at his words, her hands trembling in anger.

"Dig her?" She whispered, looking back at her father, "She's dead, papa mama's dead! You said you loved her! What are you talking about?" Her father got up, shushing her with his hand. "No one should know of this." He said, his breathing becoming heavy.

He gripped the bottle of alcohol from the floor and gulped it down, sweat forming on his forehead as he panted in pain, "Papa?" Lucia walked towards her hurting father. "I—" He couldn't finish his words before he fell down, eyes closing.

"Papa?" She muttered, trying to wake him up, "Papa! Wake up!" She cried harder, hands covered in blood. She got up, gripping the necklace her mother gave her, turned around and ran out of the house.

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Seville, 1899

"Here, take this," Madame Ana said, handing Hoseok a bag, he smiled at her, "Don't worry, I'll be back very soon."  He replied, wiping away her most cherished woman on the quarters of war, she was almost his mother.

She nodded, eyes glassy, she sniffed a little and smiled, "Now go, be safe and return to the quarters soon." She whispered, he nodded, turning from the train platform and walking out.

Madame Ana was kind enough to come with him and keep him accompanied all the way from the quarters to his hometown, now that the war was over, soldiers packed their bags and were ready to go home and meet their beloved.

Losing his close friend left a scar on Hoseok's heart, but before he died, he made a promise that he'll take care of his beloved people.

His parents were dead, he was alone with nothing but a tag of being a soldier, many feared him, many respected him, and many cursed him, but he was not bothered by many.

He walked out of the station doors, the smell of his hometown gave him a nostalgic feeling, he smiled and looked around, ready to go and have a wine.

"Lucia!" Ella hit Lucia's back, who was busy twirling the wine glass between her fingers. She blinked and turned to face Ella, her boss, "Stop twirling it! Do some work." She scolded, grabbing her arm and pushing her to where the customers were.

"hola, que te gustaria tener?" She asked and smiled at the four men, sighing. "Whatever that suits this beautiful night and beautiful you, senorita." One of them flirted, smiling flirtatiously.

She smiled and nodded, not bothered by them. Turning to face the bottles of alcohol and drinks, she quickly grabbed a beer and slipped it into four glasses, passing it to them. "Won't you keep us accompanied?" One of them whined when she started walking away.

Just then, from the corner of her eyes, she saw one of the men taking out a gun, she quickly walked to the woman he was secretly pointing it at and snatched his gun from his hands, "Sir, weapons aren't allowed here." She smiled, he glanced at her, "Give it back." He roared.

"Not until you promise to not point it at our workers." She said, the smile still on her face. "You—" She grabbed his hand before he could slap her, squeezing it until he groaned. "Alright." He whined in pain.

She set the gun on the table, smiling, "Have a nice day, sir." She turned to her counter, seeing a man already there. "I'm sorry for the wait, sir." She apologised, he was looking down at the table, his face covered with his hair.

"It's fine, senorita." He smiled, looking up, their eyes met, and twinkled. "You're...Korean?" Hoseok smiled, she nodded, blinking, "Yes, yes I am. Half Latina and half Korean." She smiled at him.

"That's wonderful." He tilted his head, she wasn't much pretty in his eyes, but the glow she had was incredible, she looked beautiful in a weird way, almost fascinating. He realised that she was wearing a black dress. She took her time to look at his beautiful features.

His eyes were beautiful, she knitted her eyebrows, clearing her throat when she realised that he was going way too far examining her.

"What would you like to have, sir?" She asked, Hoseok blinked and looked back at her, "Wine." She nodded, quickly moving back to pour him wine.

As she handed him the glass, his hand touched her and she instantly pulled away, gasping. "What? What's wrong?" He asked, watching as she itched her skin.

"Nothing," She whispered, quickly putting on her black gloves. He stopped her when she was about to go away, "Wait, would you please accompany me?" He asked, she tried to resist but his mesmerising eyes stopped her.

"Okay." She breathed out, earning a smile from him.