Part XII

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-Matthias' POV-

After paying, and Lukas leaving an uncharacteristically generous tip, we decided to take the conversation to my hotel room. Good idea? Eh, not so much.

Berwald stormed in, Emil and Tino walked inside, hand in hand, and Lukas stalked in last, that sickening smirk still plastered onto his face. I closed the door gently behind them.

"So let's get this straight," I proposed. "Tino is with Emil now, I'm with Luka-"

"No. I'm w'th Lukas," Bereald argued. "You stole him."

I got defensive. "What?! He was the one who cheated on you!"

"Oh I see. Throwing me under the bus, huh?" threatened Lukas.

Berwald shook his head. "I can't b'lieve this."

Tino pouted. "It's all your fault, Berwald. If you hadn't run off with pretty boy over there," he pointed at Lukas, "I wouldn't have needed to look for love elsewhere." He rested his head on Emil's shoulder.

"I'm just going with the flow," the Icelander shrugged. "Tino's a really nice guy, you know."

Berwald narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I know. That's why we w're t'gether in the first place."

I. Had. Had. Enough. "LOOK. IF YOU GUYS DON'T WANT TO BE A FAMILY, THAT'S FINE BY ME. I THOUGHT I COULD BRING US BACK TOGETHER AFTER TEN YEARS OF BEING APART, BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG. WE'RE JUST TOO DIFFERENT." I walked out and slammed the door.

-Tino's POV-

I felt something sink inside of me. Matthias was right. Every word. We aren't a family anymore... Was it the fact that Berwald didn't love me that hurt so badly? Or was it that I was using Emil to ease my pain, a temporary crutch to hold onto so I wouldn't be alone. It's not that I didn't like him, but I don't quite know him well enough yet to even consider starting a relationship. Of course, it would seem that we're already in one, of some sort. I sighed. Berwald is my knight in shining armor, Emil is my sweetheart, Matthias is the voice of reason, and Lukas... is just a dirty player. My feet started moving, carrying my out of the door, crying softly, as I saw the world through watery eyes. I found myself in my own room, alone.

Isn't that how I was meant to be, anyway? Alone?

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