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Letting the letter fall off his hand in chock, Oliver stared blankly through the window of Niklaus’ room—or so it was till that exact moment. He couldn’t believe what his eyes had read—he didn’t want to believe it. So many questions started to fill the blonde’s mind that his only reaction was to take the letter and run. Run to the airport—maybe there was still time. Nik told him not to try to convince him, but stubborn as he was, he just had to try. Oliver almost ran over his sister, seeing her frown and hearing her voice as he slammed the door behind him. He didn’t have time for that—to deal with Annaliese or whoever it was while he didn’t get to see Niklaus for one last time.

Though clearly not good to drive, it’s the only way he found to get at the airport with a better chance to find Nik. Oliver’s thoughts go back and forth through the words he read in that letter. Besides the thing that worried him the most—the whole turning himself in and go to jail—his mind doesn’t help in bringing the few other details out of it. What is he was innocent? Niklaus wrote and Oliver suddenly felt a bad taste in his mouth. He never thought of that, he never got a reason to—but if Nik did, he probably knew more than him, somehow. Steiner just had no idea of how and why. Maybe he would never do.

“God, Götze, why are you doing this to me?” Oliver breathed. He wasn’t much of the crying kind of guy, but that pain he was feeling inside of his chest with the idea of his best friend in jail because of something he did—both of them did, but that was Oliver’s fault, that was Oliver’s idea—was almost bringing tears to his eyes. He gulped, parking in the first spot he finds—somewhere he couldn’t, but he didn’t care for a traffic fine—and ran into the airport. His feet didn’t stop till he found the departure gates, with a big screen informing the flights.

Munich, Germany – Lufthansa® 411 – JFK-MUC – En Route (~ 01:24 EST, 07:24 CET)

“No…” He whispered seeing the information. The plane had left an hour ago—he was an hour late, he read the letter too late. “No, no… Fuck, Niklaus!” With his hands running through his hair, he looked up, trying to calm himself down. Oliver had no chance—no chance at all of trying to stop the other from ruining himself forever. Of course, living with the guilt wasn’t good either, Steiner himself tried to ignore that feeling every single day for the last year… but, going to jail… letting Nik go to jail alone—that was also putting more guilt inside of him.

The guy dropped himself in the closest seat he found, hiding his face with his both hands and trying to make sense of it. He would have to go to Germany as well—at some point. And there, maybe he could still try to defend Nik on his favor. He used to be a fucking lawyer and he was the one to be blamed for what happened—so of course he could try to put up some proofs that would take the fault off Niklaus’ name. He would have to try eventually—or he couldn’t live with himself. “Not now,” he thought, though. Not now that he thought things were almost, almost getting on track. After a year, all of them seemed to be doing good—Liese seemed as usual, he had found someone out of this mess and Nik… well, he was clearly not happy, considering his sudden decision. “What had I missed?” Steiner muttered to himself, rubbing his face and staring at people going into the gates, probably travelling for work or for vacation—while he was there, trying to hold himself into having a breakdown thanks to the miserable decision he made in the past.

He didn’t want to go home. The idea of dealing with his sister only gave him headache—he wanted to stay away for as long as he could to process what the hell was going on. Taking the letter off his pocket, the crumpled piece of paper, he read the last words he probably would see from his best friend—at least till he figure a way out for him. “Hell, Nik, what am I gonna do without you now?” Is what escaped off his mouth, the tears trying to fill his eyes, though he quickly looked up not to let them. No, he wouldn’t cry. If he cried it would probably mean he was accepting that was their end—and it wasn’t.