the world is really huge.

there's lots of theories, opinions, thoughts, criticisms, hate, like, and many more. but one thing for sure that exist in this world, in his little world made of steels bars, is you.

you exist, you matter. and he loves it that way as much as he despise it. that feeling on being dependent on that you that gave him everything so selflessly, like he's what matters and that you're there, in that cage he's stuck in.

but the truth he learned there is, is that you had to leave. you had to, because you're you. and the reason he loves you is because you're you. the reason that made him smile is because you're just you.

and who he is, is someone who leaves. he knew, and he don't have to have his emotions back to remember what his heart once beats for. how it races back at that time he waits for cate to just made it stop beating like that, to just feel quiet in the inside.

but he would never expect to see you again. you who were standing with those people homelander wanted him and cate taken care of. dressed as a civilian, not with a hospital gown he expected you in as you should be.

you didn't change a bit. you're still you. still the attractive you. still the scarred you, on guard like an apex predator you're built to be, and he understands that. you clenched your fists, he knew why. that look on your eyes like he killed you, he understands why.

and he could do nothing but to just accept that and stand there, and stare, like he suddenly became the most pathetic, traitorous, selfish living specie in the solar system.

like he suddenly became the center of the earth coiled to suffocation, ingurgitated by the black hole that he left in your heart that once painted you black and red.

it made him a man who cannot be moved once again, with a heart that thumps faster than the shiver that ran down his spine, and with eyes that expresses everything, like that boy he once was stuck in the woods dreaming of being saved with a person that is you.

"you."