SMOKE (rydon)

The Stray Dog

"Well... Tell me..." Ryan said, rather slowly. "Um well there was this thing... And uh.." Brendon said as he played with his fingers slowly. "I'm hungry..." Brendon said. Ryan rolled his eyes. "You're a fucking ghost, you can't eat" he said. Brendon sighed. "Fine. When I was really little... My dad left. My mom told me and my brother that he was working on a project, and we believed that. After years, without hearing from him at all, no letters, no phone calls, my mom didn't even talk about him, I finally realized, he wasnt coming back. My mom knew where he was, obviously, and pretended she didnt. We just didn't talk about it because we could tell she was stressed enough by having to take care of two boys on her own. When I was 9, and my brother was ten, she got a fatal disease, it was a really bad case of... I believe it was influenza. She passed away shortly after." Brendon sighed and paused. Ryan bit his lip and hugged brendon "honey I'm really sorry..." Ryan said slowly. Brendon nodded and said "let me finish. So then me and my brother, Michael, lived in the house for a little bit more, then when I was 10 or 11, we burnt it down. We couldn't stand the constant reminders of the family we used to have. It was just us, in this cruel world." Brendon looked down. Ryan kisses his cheek softly. "That might be some reason why..." Brendon said. "But what happened with your father? And where did you live after that?" Ryan asked. "I'll tell you later, i have to go get something, don't worry if I'm not back by night..." Brendon said and disappeared. "Alone..." Ryan muttered. He hated this feeling. Even though he knew brendon was coming back, he felt as If he was abandoning him. 'The Stray Dog'. His title everywhere he went. He kept moving again and again and couldn't maintain a normal friendship. He was a stray