So who else is truly disappointed of last night's (in America)/this morning's (in England) happenings? I know I am, but as many people on tumblr have said, it's none of our business. (But it still sucks)

The day after my birthday, I felt exhausted. It felt like I was being drained, like everything I had left was being taken away from me. It was unbearable; it was then when my mind was made. I knew it was stupid, and it was a mistake but I had good reason. I was going to leave, I didn't want to be Santana's burden for any much longer, and everything surrounding me reminded me of too many things and I didn't know how to cope with it anymore. Maybe if I had stayed, I would have healed properly, but it's too late now, and it was my fault.

I woke up holding my breath in Santana's arms. I didn't quite know why, at first, but as soon as I took a sharp inhale of the oxygen around me, I started to cry because I could feel again. It was too intense. It was sort of like I was having a random breakdown. Everyone was still there at the house when I woke up. Mike Chang, helped me up, and he took me to the kitchen where we stared at each other.

Santana found us after what seemed like 2 years, but couldn't have been more than 3 minutes. She spotted my crying hysterical presence and I spotted her apologetic look. Mike left me and Santana alone, and I couldn't stop crying. Not even for a minute just to explain to Santana why I was crying. She told everyone to leave, so they did.

And then a prophecy hit. Her phone rang and she had to go out. She could've said no, or she could've said later, but she knew it had to happen. Though if she truly knew, she wouldn't have let me out of her sight, because she knew it was a mistake.

But it happened anyway, I wrote her a letter trying to explain my actions, and I could only imagine how much I would hurt her soul. I upped and left, regretting everything that ever happened. I still remember every single word on the letter I wrote.

I went straight to my Aunt's house, Aunt Jenna. She took pity on me, she told me I could stay there for as long as I wanted, but I refused. I needed a new life with new people in it, so I moved out into New York. It was certainly different, and living without her in my life, certainly was a big challenge for me. I had always wanted to go to New York, but I never imagined going alone.

I went straight to a bar to drown my miseries in alcohol, but just as I was about to walk in, I bumped into a man. We got chatting and he offered me a job, I owe Eric a lot, because he started my new life. He offered me a job as a dance teacher. Dance teacher lead to being a professional dancer, and then I decided to open up a dance studio. It was hard work, trying to fulfil my life without her. I missed her every single day, and there is not one second that passes that I don't wish that I could have stayed.

Overall I regret a lot of the things I did over the years, and I always told myself that I needed to go see her, but I thought it wasn't fair to just turn up at her doorstep and collapse into her arms. It was stupid and fucked up.

Eventually I moved back to Lima, with my studio. Because I missed the familiarity of everything. I never got over Santana and I don't think I ever will. I hope someday to put everything behind us and start again, together, maybe as friends or maybe as something more. I just hope I didn't break her too much. I hope to one day pluck up enough courage to see her. One day, I want to be forgiven.

And Santana... I truly am sorry.

Okay that was the last chapter, I want some feedback. And urg you guys, all this speculations about Heather and Naya not being close anymore is breaking my heart:-( This was kinda rubbish, sorry. Please look out for the final sequel, I promise it'll be better than this one times 100. It'll probably be called Broken Girls or something similar, I'll try to post it tonight maybe.