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The night before was sombre and cold.
Everyone was on edge because of what Teach had done. And with Ace constantly saying he wanted to go and look for the traitor himself, [Name] could only feel dread forming in the pit of his stomach.
And, when he woke up the next morning, only to find a sticky note on his boyfriend's pillow, saying how he was sorry to leave him and he had to find and kill the traitor, all [Name] could think of was how much he hated himself for not stopping the man. For not seeing how far his boyfriend was going to go to avenge his brother.
A tear slid down his cheek that he quickly wiped off with his cold hand. Cold, because his boyfriend was not there to warm him up.
And then the news of Ace being captured by the Marines and his execution being announced made him sob himself to sleep. He had been on edge since Ace had left, but now? Now he was a mess. An inconsolable mess.
Deuce tried his best to console his best friend. Tried his best to make the other take care of himself. But clearly, nothing was going to work. At least not until they got Ace back.
They never got him back.