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Dylan’s heart was pounding in his chest, waiting for the apology that he knew would never come. “I can’t...” Tobias stepped forward, reaching towards Dylan and interlocking his fingers with him, but Dylan wrenched free. “No!” he shouted. “Don’t touch me!” 

Spinning, he stumbled out of the room and made his way forward. Tears stung his eyes, but he managed to hold them back as he raced down the stairs into the ballroom. He turned and came to dead stop, finding himself staring at another painful sight - Tobias wrapped in the arms of another man. He backed away, colliding with a table and sending a wine bottle tumbling to the ground where it shattered. Tobias wrenched away from the stranger, staring at Dylan with a shocked look on his face. “Dylan...” he said as he reached out. 

“How...?” He shook his head, his mind feeling fuzzy. This had been months ago, he was sure of it, but yet he was here again. Confused, he did the only thing that made sense. He ran. 

He ran through the mansion, seeking a way out, but everywhere he turned he found the same sight. Tobias in the arms of another. Some of the people he recognized, some of them where strangers. Some of them he knew in his gut had happened, others were clearly false. But that didn’t matter - each and every single time ripped out a piece of his heart. 

Finally he found himself face to face with his phantom, the world falling away around them. It was just him and Tobias - the man who broke him again and again. “Why? Why do you keep doing this you heartless bastard!” Tobias arched an eyebrow, his face cool and impassive. Dylan would give anything - rage, cry, tear out his own heart and serve it to him on a silver platter - if he could just make Tobias feel just one moment of the shame and heartbreak that he still suffered. “You just used me and then threw me aside like some kind of toy that you were bored of. How could you do this to me?” 



“How could [i]you[/i] do it to him?” Tobias responded, the faintest trace of a smirk upon his lips.

“What?” 

The world blared into focus, the sudden light blinding him. He stood in a bright room, a warm seaside breeze flowing in through the window. He had been here before, not even very long ago. It was the hotel in Los Paraisos. Slowly, he turned towards the bed. 

“Dylan,” Lucy said, clutching the blanket to him as he tried to cover his nakedness. There was no sign of his goofy smile, the carefree jokester that Dylan had grown to know so well. No, this man was completely different - scared, confused, and so lost that it was heartbreaking. 

“Dylan...what happened last night?”