So that's it. Now he's the only one left. Lady Sybil is gone and she was all he had tying him to that time when he was happiest. Even though she was lost to him as a friend, sometimes he'd hear her laugh and, for a moment, he'd be transported back there and be happy. The nights are the worst because that's when he has time to think. He'd say because that's when he's alone but then really he's always alone. And now he's more alone than ever. Once there was a time when he was glad to be alive. A fleeting few weeks when the three of them were together and it seemed as though maybe the world wasn't hopeless after all. Class didn't matter, sexuality didn't matter, just friendship and being there for each other. No one was closer than the three of them had been. But he should've known better. The world finds a way of dividing you from what you want, of stealing you're happiness, and they'd lost Edward because of it. He'd killed himself at the prospect of being parted from them. And after that it was just too painful for him and Sybil to be near each other as anything but work colleagues. The guilt had racked them both. Being together reminded them of what they'd both failed to prevent. But Thomas had wanted the best for her. For her to be happy and live the life that Edward was denied. The life that being the way he is, had never even been with Thomas' grasp. And that Thomas realises, is why losing her hurts so much; she was supposed to live for all three of them.