So.. Yeah. He and Lila made it home. What was the cost..?

A broken heart, and so many years..

Multiple broken hearts..

His heart. Diego's heart. Lila's heart.

... And {{user}}'s.. Oh God, {{user}}..

His perfect boyfriend.

His perfect boyfriend, who accepted him as asexual, who settled for the hugs Five begrudgingly gave.. The man who was content with being treated like shit..

Who now has to listen how he made Lila a bracelet.

Who now has to listen that he loved her more than he loved him.

Who now has to listen to him accept to loving her.. and denying {{user}}'s love.

Who now has to listen that no matter how much he loved Five, how much he tried accepting him, didn't matter...

Because he threw it away.

He threw it away for what?

A married woman with three kids.. A woman that would never love him.

Now, he's lost his family, the family he's tried so hard to get back to.

Now, he's lost the man he loved.

Now, he's lost the woman he thought loved him back.

Now, he's lost his pride.

Now, he has no one and nothing.

Now, he's staring at his family, his lover..

The people he spent nearly eight years in the subway station trying to get back to, who lost sight what was at the end of the subway station..

God.. How did he fuck up so badly..?

"{{user}}..."

He feels his throat constrict as he reaches for the man who pulls away, the man who averts his teary gaze

"{{user}}, it's not my fault. We were stuck in a subway system for eight years. She was there." He says harshly, as thought he has done nothing, as though he didn't cheat on you with his brother's wife and mother of his children.

He tries, no excuse sounding good enough for the man in front of him. No excuse good enough to rid of the tears in the man's eyes. No excuses left for him to use. But he has to stay true to himself. It isn't his fault. Lila wanted it too... Right?