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Dying, I don't know how to live ITS THE 17TH SO JUSt KNOW IM NOT INCREDIBLY LATEAriya
The nighttime wind brushed my shoulders and I clutched my necklace on instinct.
The necklace he gave to me.
It was simple, a chain and a small pendant that read Ariya. He bought it for me in grade eleven. I haven't taken it off since.
"Rylan it's dark and cold, let's go."
I brung him out here to see the parked tractors and lifts. He's just so fascinated with them.
"Five more minutes, please." He begged while jumping up and down on a rock.
"Okay." I sighed.
He pretended to play as he swung his toy dump truck in the air. I smiled and rubbed my thumb over the necklace.
I've been hiding it under my blouse the whole time so he hasn't seen it, I don't think.
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"You didn't have to get him a bike." I pressed my ear to the phone and let his voice into my ears.
"How do you know I got it for him?" He pondered.
"It was in our living room at eight in the morning with a note saying from w, I wonder who w is?"
"It's the weekend, take him out riding or something."
"Maybe I will." I smiled to myself at his kindness.
"I gotta go, love you."
"Love you too, bye."
"Bye, babe."
Rylan slumped on the counter with a frown and I slid him some eggs.
"Why the frown?" I leaned forward and ruffled his hair as he cracked a smile.
"That bike over there seems.. lonely." He sighed dramatically.
"It sure does." I smirked down at him with a hand under my chin.
"We should-" He pondered on.
"Come on, I know you're itching to use it."
"Yay!" He yelled as we made our way out the door.
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"Okay, two hands here." I placed my hands on his helmet to make sure it was secured. He gave me a thumbs up and I nodded.
I held onto the handles and walked with the bike as he peddled.
Let go, Ariya.
He'll fall don't do it.
Do it.
Don't.
I let go and he began to ride down empty street, farther and farther.
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