Knock. Knock. Knock. "Kate?"
"Go away..." I can hear him sigh, "Katie?" I let out a sob, he opens the door and wraps his little arms around me. "Kate," He's rubbing my head and down my back, "It's okay to feel like this sometimes." I look up at him, "Ryan?"
"Hmm?"
"It's not fun being a rollercoster that you can't get off of." He looks at me in despair, "Kate. Did you know rollercosters are fun because you can vomit on everyone who is behind you?" I laugh, "What!?" He nods, "It's true! And if you have enough vomit you could derail the carts!" He seems to be happy on the outside but I know he's dying. He understands but sometimes I can't handle my feelings and just sob. And he is just a big pillow that hugs back, and he smells really good. My pillows usually smell like my sweat from my nightmares.
My face is hot and covered in tears by the time I look at Ryan's face. I smile but my head throbs from crying. "Ryan?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you so much, did you know that?"
"Yeah Kate, and I love you too." We just smile at each other and have our foreheads touching. His hand is behind my head. Our noses touch and I back off. "Ryan I can't today." He nods and gets up. "I'm sorry Kate." He just smiles and almost walks out, but I stop him. "Wait!" He turns around. "Please don't leave me." So he sits on the bed next to me and we just cuddle on the pink bed, together. Away from the real world.
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Wearing the Mask.
Short StoryIt's been a year since "Fear the Mask." And everything has changed. People come and go. Words and fights have gone. But the most important, we lived as a family. And no one can take that away from us. When Ryan's job just gets harder and harder to k...
