Last chapter. It's my first story and I'll be really greatful if you give me your opinons.

Note: Thanks to my Beta Ladyeros for her wonderful job and patience

Thanks for reading!

It was times like these that Ethan was grateful that Danny was a light sleeper. With one solid tap against the window, Danny awoke from his sleep immediately.

"This is becoming a really unpleasant habit, Ethan. Why are you here so late?" Danny's hair was unruly, making him appear a couple years younger. The only telltale sign of his age was how deep his voice was when he was sleepy.

Ethan entered through the opened window and wrapped his arms around Danny then, affectionately nuzzled his neck. "I wanted to see you tonight."

"Three a.m. is not the time for company," Danny insisted. "Especially when I am woken up from my much needed rest."

There was a smile begging to show itself after listening to Danny when he was cranky and sleepy. To Ethan, it was the most adorable thing about him. He would miss this the most. This would be the last time he could enjoy being in Danny's company.

Danny sighted. He pulled away from Ethan's embrace and sat on the bed, signaling Ethan to sit beside him. It was that moment that Ethan knew that what he should do was sit there and talk to Danny so, he could explain him why he had to leave. He wanted to tell him he was the best thing that ever happened to him, but he won't stay if that meant putting the human in danger. He wanted to tell him that he loved him. Tell him... so many things. But he couldn't. He couldn't spend his last night with Danny talking about that, probably arguing because if he knew Danny, he would try to convince him to stay, and knowing himself, the human might succeed, and the consequences could be awful.

So Ethan just pushed Danny until his back was on the bed and straddled him, then he put his wrists above his head, and took his time to look at Danny.

"Mm..," the human said. "So this is why you wanted to see me? Well, we can't do this at school; I give you that."

[..]

Ethan sighed when he felt his phone vibrating—it was time. He placed a soft, sweet kiss on Danny's lips and got up.

He dressed and looked over Danny's desk for a paper and a pen. He had no idea of what to write. He knew that no matter what he wrote on that paper, Danny would be mad as hell. There were no words to soften what he had to say. Finally he made up his mind.

Then he came closer to Danny and he couldn't help to caress his face, and softly kissing his forehead. This was the last time, but hell, Danny was a really light sleeper.

"You going?" he asked, without opening his eyes.

"Yes," Ethan whispered. "It will be dawn soon."

Danny nodded, but grabbed Ethan's arm and pulled him into his arms. Ethan felt Danny's arms around his chest and his legs tangled with his own.

"Fuck that—stay. You know my parents don't have a problem with you spending the night here and we have two hours before we have to get ready for school."

It was like Danny knew he was leaving and he was deliberately trying to make it as difficult as possible.

"Sorry, I have something I need to take care of before going to school." Ethan took Danny's hand and kissed it softly.

"Sure it can't wait?"

"Now who is the one who can't go a few hours without me?" He turned around and kissed Danny's smile.

"Fine, see you in class."

When Ethan opened the window, Danny sat on the bed to see that ass climb out the window and his sight caught a little paper on the table.

Then, it hit Danny. The note on the desk and the sudden, "I need to see you," at three in the morning. He got up and looked out of the open window. Ethan was about to put his helmet on.

"You're not coming back." He knew Ethan could hear him. It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

Ethan didn't turn nor did he answer, but stopped his movements.

Danny felt a sudden pain in his chest. "And you weren't even gonna tell me?"

Ethan had to put all the strength he had together to keep himself from turning around.

Danny gave up. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he fought for this relationship, he always felt like Ethan was slipping trough his fingers. "Ok, fine go. Don't you dare come back to me—that's it. Go now and it's over forever."

Now Ethan got on his bike, put his helmet on, looked up at Danny and said, "That's ok." He swallowed, even though Danny couldn't hear him. "I really hope you can keep that promise all the days of your long, healthy, fulfilling life."

[...]

For a month Lydia waited for Danny to come to talk to her, but he never did. Danny looked surprisingly good. He went to school, played lacrosse, and did everything he was used to doing. He was nice, as usual, and smiled politely when he had to. Lydia was a smart girl. Something wasn't right there. Even if they weren't exactly friends, she knew how it was to have your heart broken. She did something she thought she would never do; take his phone and call a number, long time erased from her mind.

"Hey," she said.

"Are you seriously calling me? The Queen debases herself and calls me?" a familiar voice said through the phone.

"Shut up, Jackson. This isn't about you or about us. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead, which is really not as different as being in London."

After Jackson left, he mostly became "we don't say his name" for Lydia. He left, and she did what she had to do. She burned that bridge for good. It was the only way to heal. "When was the last time you talked to you dear goalie?" She went straight to the point. It has been a while since Jackson left, but there would be always something between them and she didn't want to bring that flame back.

"The last I talked to him, he yelled for like fifteen minutes about how I'm an asshole for not telling him anything, and said that he would call when he'd cool off," he said. "Why? Everything ok?"

Jackson asked casually, but Lydia knew that was his I-don't-want-to-look-concerned voice.

"He.., just call him and make sure he's ok."

She hung up, before any more words were exchanged between them.

[..]

Danny looked at the name that was glowing on his phone. "Not now," he thought.

"I thought I've made myself clear," he said, picking up the phone.

"How are you?" Jackson ignored his venom-filled words.

He was yelling now. "Fuck you, Jackson! Fuck you all for thinking I'm too weak to handle the truth or even making my own choices. Fuck you all for treating me like I'm nine. Fuck you all for leaving me without the fucking explanation I deserve!"

He wasn't expecting that, but he had been holding everything inside of him for too long.

Jackson was silent for a while. That was a bit of an overreaction. Now he knew what was wrong. "What's his name?"

Shit.

Jackson knew him too well. Somehow for the first time in a month, he felt relief. It was good having this again. Someone who he could trust and someone he could talk to. Someone who knew him beyond the "that nice gay goalie". He focused on what Jackson asked. Yes, the name of the problem.

"Asshole?"

"Not your ex again!"

"No.., well not that ex..."

"Oh! A new Asshole, well, maybe you're right, I'm not your type, I'm delightful."

He let out a little laugh. It was the first since Ethan left.

"Shut up!"

"How bad was it?"

"Bad, really bad. I fell for him, hard and fast"

"So what happened?"

"He lied about almost everything. I forgave him and then he left me." Well, that was leaving out a lot of details, but that was basically it.

"God! You're an idiot."

"Thank you," Danny murmured, sarcastically.

"You are. You know at least why he left?"

"Yes, I think I do. He left a note, but I can't bring myself to read it. I know it's going to piss me off even more," Danny said to him.

"Well, a shitty closure is better that none at all."

"Yeah, I guess." He'd been dying to read it, but he was lacking a little push and some moral support. "Can you…just don't hang up while I'm reading it."

"Fine, take your time."

Danny walked to his desk and took the note from his drawer.

"Ok, here we go, prepare yourself for a long rant," Danny warned him.

"Well, I'm used to your whining."

"Yeah sure, I'm the whiny one," he said sarcastically.

Leaving you is the most difficult and most painful thing I've ever done in my life, but to me, your safety, happiness, and life are worth all the pain.

Sorry, love you, Ethan