Day 80
He ended up following her from above and found where she lived. The moonlight guided him there and his mind was going mad thinking about what he had learned that night.
She was with someone new. She was seeing someone.
He knew that it wasn't fair for him to have these different feelings stirring inside of him. It wasn't fair to Ali.
That night he didn't end up with the league and just went back to his own apartment. He didn't want to be around the reminder of why he ended up having to leave Ali.
He didn't want to possibly run into Digit or Dabi or whoever was hanging out in the rundown apartment that evening.
Sleep never found him.
His eyes trail the ceiling. Opening and closing. Tossing and turning.
His mind was consumed with so much. The Commission, The League, Ali.
Noisy mind. His brain is telling him that he can fix what had happened with Ali. That it wasn't too late.
This thing that she had with this new person couldn't be as strong as what they had had.
The echoes of many thoughts. Who is she seeing and in that neighborhood? Was she safe?
The moonlight shined through the window onto him. His eyes and body were heavy, but his mind was racing and the anxiety was beginning to play with the lines of his sanity.
He found his body curling into itself. Wrapping his arms around his torso, hugging himself.
Inviting his own warmth to try and give him comfort. His fingers grading over his bare arms.
Images of when her hands would embrace him came to his mind. Ali's slender fingers stroked across his body, through his hair, and the base of his spine.
Her touch was always filled with passion and pleasure. Purpose behind the actions.
Actions she was now gifting to another.
The thoughts were killing him. His body was losing the consuming thoughts and becoming numb.
Rays of moonlight shined through the balcony onto his fetal position. Illuminating the lost again hero.