𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐎 ||| 𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧

She's Gone To Get The Bags, Pick Em Up And Bury Them To Keep

//mentions of death and abuse

"Fuck, Ryan I'm so so sorry"

Dallon threw his arms around Ryan, pulling him into his lap and hugging him tightly. He couldn't feel what Ryan was feeling. Dallon was never abused by his father, Dallon's father never died, Dallon never had to choose between grief and relief. Never. Ryan did though, and that's what broke Dallon the most.

Ryan was ready to yell at Dallon, tell him never to hug him like that again, but that same moment was when he realized how much he needed that feeling. For it to come from Dallon was especially comforting for God knows what reason. Ryan felt cared for in that embrace. He finally felt cared for. He didn't know what to feel, but he was glad it was this and not something else.

"Look on the bright side,"

Then, everything came crashing doant. That's when Ryan felt everything. He didn't know what exactly everything was, just that he was sobbing, trembling and laughing in Dallon's neck all at once. The bright side. Of course.

Dallon panicked for a second. "Hey I'm sorry did I say something wrong? I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to make you cry"

Dallon tried rubbing Ryan's back to soothe him somewhat while waiting patiently for Ryan to speak.

"H-how am I supposed t-supposed to look on the br-ight side Dal?"

Ryan's stutters and voice cracks broke Dallon's heart. How could he say something so insensitive? At a time like this too. Dallon couldn't even believe himself. He tried to fix his mistake.

"Well, not exactly the bright side but, we both know it was bound to happen the way he was living" Dallon rephrased it, even knowing Ryan couldn't object.

"But, he-he's g-gone"

Ryan seemed to be in denial. How could he be gone? It was like Ryan just pushed all of the pain his father game him away, nothing but sadness of his loosing consuming him. He was a good person before he started drinking, really. Even then, when he was in a good mood it reminded Ryan about just how much he did love him. He loved his father and now he's gone. Dead. There was no bringing him back.

Dallon couldn't do anything but rub his back and tell him it was going to be ok. That he was there for him no matter what. Ryan did nothing but sob in his arms for hours, until eventually, he passed out, too exhausted to stay awake.

Dallon laid him down on his side, turning the TV off and covering him in the blankets-but not all of them, so he didn't sweat to death-which was probably the wrong saying to use right now. He decided that Ryan would most likely need space to clear his head, so he should leave for the night. Plus, it was a Sunday and his parents didn't want him sleeping over on Sundays because of school.

So with a kiss goodnight to Ryan's forehead, Dallon left the house, driving back to his own.

What a day.

Word count-513
Maybe next chapter I'll get into Dallon's home life?