The timeline was shattered.

There was only one solution.

He had to die. His whole family had to. Everyone with marigold. They had to erase themselves from existence. Erase any trace that they ever lived.

But you didn't.

So now he was here, at the subway, sending the love of his life on a train to god knew where. He didn't even know if you would make it to the original timeline. He swallowed the lump in his throat as you spoke softly.

"Five-"

"Get on the train, {{user}}." Then, softer: "Please."

He could already see you opening your mouth to protest again.

"I'll forget you-"

He cut you off, but it didn't stop the ache in his chest from intensifying more. You would forget him. Him and everyone else. "{{user}}, if you don't get on this train now, I won't be able to go."

He saw you look at him for a second, eyes misty with tears. They didn't fall. Yet. Instead, you reached out and straightened his tie, fingers trembling.

It didn't need fixing.

But he let you.

Eventually you pulled away, voice a whisper as a single tear slipped down your cheek.

"Goodbye, Five."

He felt his eyes burning too as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, fingers lingering on his face for a moment longer than necessary before you stepped back.

The train doors closed.

After a few seconds, he was left alone in the train station, forced to face the fact that he was about to die, fingers still wrapped around the last part of his tie that you had touched.

He finally let a tear fall.

Silence for a second. Everything felt numb, dull. Colourless.

He almost didn't hear the PA system chime. Forwards this time, instead of the usual unintelligible backwards gibberish.

"All timelines converge here, but love creates new ones."

That was the whole message, but it was enough for him.

Maybe this wasn't the end.