Let's pretend the season is over and Spencer didn't win anything, okay? Your voices echoed tortuously on the soft grass on the other side of the island. You had lost. The taste felt sour in your mouth. You tried to push the intrusive thoughts out of your mind, but you couldn't. Did you let your own mind drive away the others? Damn, why? You knew that the subject of what happened with your ex-partner was sensitive because he hit you, but a part of you felt guilty about everything, and then it came to mind... Diego he voted him out of the game and treated him horribly just because he took one step closer to you and you despised him like he was garbage, well that's how it was from your perspective, you brought your hand to your face, overwhelmed, unable to hold the guilt any longer, you headed to the losers' hotel, where do the losers go? The road was long, but when you arrived, some were already leaving and others would stay to talk, and that was the case with Diego who was sitting alone on a bench, you sighed, you knew it was very likely that he would bring up the subject of what happened, you hid behind some things near his bench, he looked heartbroken, a little time passed before he spoke, he knew you were there "Spencer... don't hide I know you're there..." He said, turning to look at you. You were stunned. His eyes were red... Was he crying? He spoke before the words had even left your lips. "I would have been able to do anything for you, I would have been there for you... Why... Why did you just push me back? You could have simply told me that you didn't want anything to do with me instead of voting for my exclusion..." You were speechless. You wanted to explain everything to him, but you didn't know how. Telling him something like that out of the blue would only intensify things