Microfiction, In the end it didn't matter

In the end it didn't matter, it didn't matter that he had money beyond his wildest dreams because he didn't have the things that really mattered. He didn't have happiness, he didnt have people in his life that actually cared, that were actually real friends. Sure his name would be remembered for years to come, but was it worth it?
It's funny how someone elses success brings pain. Steven used to be fairly average. At 5'10 and 175 pounds there was nothing about his physical appearance that stuck out, down to his combed back hair and brown eyes often hidden behind sunglasses. Finally fed up with always being out of money, he decided to make a change, and began to form a plan. Looking back, he began to plan for his demise. This plan would consume his time completely, it became the main focus of his life. The plain being to rob a bank. Seems a little extreme but with bills stacking up that seemed would be impossible to pay back in 2 lifetimes, he felt that he had no choice.
This wasn't going to be any ordinary bank robbery, with the time he took, he made sure that would indefinitely be unique. He wanted to be extremely certain he got it right, there were to be no mistakes. A flawless bank robbery though, there not easy to come by, and certainly not easy to perform. The first step began months before the eventual robbing. His group of 'assistants' applied for jobs at the bank, Steven knew inside people were a must. Only a small team of 4 would be attempting this task, the more people, the more risk. It was to be made to look like an accident.
Steven didn't only have his bank robbery planned out, but his life after it too. He kept this a secret from his family, he decided he would recommunicate with them some time down the road. Definitely not immediately after, and the less people that knew about this plan the better. As an obvious result of not involving his family, he spent less time around family, somewhat in part due to guilt. Everytime he was around them he couldn't think of anything else besides the changes he would inflict on them. He was certain they would always be in contact.
But back to the plan. This was no ordinary storming of the castle, a stealth factor was extremely important. So important that 4 months of work was done to make certain that it was flawless. This 4 months of work was put in the form of digging. Confused? Steven dug a hole that lead to the vault in the bank where the money was kept. This couldn't be done without sacrifice, time spent with family during this period was at a minimum. He was consumed by this plan or project. Isolation and loneliness were results of this.
I will refrain from going into detail about the robbery, but I can say this much. It was succesful. Extremely succesful in Steven's eyes. Walked in and out like it was no problem, only difference being the amount of cash he walked out with. 60 million, it was done on a day when the bank had an abundance of money. If Steven was risking that much, he wanted to make sure it was worth it. He was out of the country in a few hours, his first strides towards running away had began, and once you begin running you never stop. Steven began to live a life of misery. Having to lay low for some time, the money was useless at first. His family was the equivelant of non-existing. Even when enough time had gone by for him to feel safe calling his family, he had soiled the family name and they were living in shame. Clearly upset by Steven's actions they discontinued talking to him. Steven was on his own.
He began to surround himself with material objects. Possibly to fill in the emptiness of other important things. He had everything most people dreamed of. Still he was depressed and alone. Soon after he succeeded, he realized he had failed. Eventually the gloomness of being alone every single day caught up to him. Steven turned himself in within 2 years. Don't be fooled, money can't buy happiness.