You died. Plain and simple.

True, it was an accident, something that could have been avoided but it still happened.

Everyone was responding to your death differently. Diego was sad, Klaus was in denial and was constantly trying to conjure your spirit, but Five was angry. Five blamed himself, blamed his family for getting you involved, blamed you for being so stupid and putting yourself in harms way.

Five demanded Klaus to bring you back, to let him see you again and put some sense into you, but Klaus told Five over and over again that that’s not how that works. Five stormed off, not wanting to deal with his family anymore. He preferred being alone, even if that meant being alone with his thoughts that were filled with {{user}}.

Five walked into his apartment and hung up his coat. He walked further into his apartment and the soft sound of the lamp being switched on filled the quiet room. He looked up and met your eyes as you sat on his couch. He let out a sigh, a small wave of relief washing over him.

“I should’ve known...” Five mumbled, looking away from you.