"Ty! Please don't leave!" Adam begged. He grabbed Ty's arm. Ty gave Adam a sad smile.

"Sky... you know I have to do this. The squids got my family. I'll do anything to save them. Even if it costs me my life," Ty said.

"But what about me? What about us? You can't just leave after 5 years!" Adam insisted.

Ty sighed. "I love you, and I know that you love me back. But what do you want? One life for three or three lives for none? They're innocent people, Adam!"

"But so are you!" Adam insisted.

"But don't you know how to count? Three is more than one, Adam!" Ty shouted, his tone becoming harsher.

Adam sighed. "I just don't want to lose you…" he muttered.

"I know. I'll miss you too. But I need to go now, before it's too late," Ty said, his voice now soft. He gave Adam one last kiss and dove into the water.

Adam's POV:

I haven't seen Ty since he left. He's been gone for a year and a half. Every day, I thought about him. Nothing has ever been the same without him. I just can't get him off my mind.

But now I have Tyler. Tyler Christie: a skinny boy, two years younger than me, has big hipster glasses, usually wears plaid or hoodies, and acts like a little kid. He's adorable, but he's not Ty. He doesn't have black and green headphones, or hair that covers his left eye, or a simple white t-shirt. Tyler doesn't have a personality that is easy to understand.

Tyler is basically the Iliad. Hard to understand, complicated, and too indirect. He never tells how he truly feels and that annoyed me – even if I knew it was because he doesn't want a negative reaction.

But it's not like I'd ever tell Tyler who Ty is.

"Tyler? Are you home?" I asked. I headed into the kitchen with groceries in my hands. "Tyler, where are you?" I called out. I heard a quiet response from upstairs. I dropped the groceries on the counter and ran upstairs.

"Tyler?" I asked, walking into our bedroom. Tyler was sat crossed-legged on the bed with his guitar in his lap. He smiled at me.

"Hi," he said. One glance at his eyes and I could tell that he was keeping something from me.

"What's wrong? What aren't you telling me?" I said, sitting next to him on the bed.

"It's nothing. Probably doesn't matter," Tyler mumbled. He looked away from me and started turning his guitar. But the guitar wasn't out of tune.

"If it's nothing, then why don't you tell me?" I asked. I gently put my hand under his chin and moved his face towards mine. "It really seems to be bothering you." He sighed.

"I was in the basement and found some of your old stuff," he said. Oh no. I hope this doesn't go where I think this is going… "There were a ton of pictures of you and someone else with long hair. Who is he?" I realized he had a photo of me and Ty kissing in front of him.

"That's no one," I said, a bit too quick.

"It doesn't look like it," he said.

"Fine! He used to be my boyfriend. His name was Ty. We were dating for 5 years, but then he sacrificed himself to the squids for his family. I've moved on, though. Now I have you," I said. He smiled.

"I love you, Adam. I hope you know that," Tyler finally replied. I was happy that he didn't over react although I expected him to. That was another thing about Tyler: he understood my situation. He understood why I never told him, he would always forgive anyone.

There was a quick rapping on the door that woke me from my sleep. I swiftly untangled myself from Tyler and ran downstairs to get the door. Behind the door was Ty.

He hadn't changed much. His hair was longer, but everything else was nearly the same: his simple outfit, his red eyes…

"Ty?" I asked. I thought he was dead, gone for good.

"Hey, Sky," he said. He was real. My Ty was alive. I immediately hugged him.

"My god, Ty! I thought you were dead! I've missed you so much!" I almost yelled. I pulled out of the hug and smiled.

"I've missed you too. They never killed me. They kept me as a slave," Ty explained.

"I'm glad you never were killed," I said. And then I did something I thought I would never do again. I kissed him.