"The people change, the past doesn't"~
The video sets the mood but you can play it later on if you want, i literally listened to this song on repeat whilst writing this. The song is meant to be Ryders story.
We walked out and got into my car. I looked to him and gave him a sympathetic smile. "You can stay at my place" he smiled and nodded sadly, "you know, i can't say i completely understand what your feeling right now, but i know i felt... Dispare, angry, sick, mad. But hopeful for the first time in a long time." He looked at me shocked. "What do you mean?" I winced at the memories "My parents weren't... They, huhh, they didn't give a damn. They treated me like shit and i had no escape until Franco, my foster dad found me. Now it's my turn not to give a damn" he nodded in understanding. I started to drive. After a few minutes of silence i said "I'm not going to say you should forget it, i never have. But it's made me stronger, more... Ruthless. It makes you better in the long run, if you accept it and move on. But if you let it eat you away, it will. Make that decision now. I don't want to make a connection with you and lose another person again. I don't need that right now." I sighed. I looked at him and saw him staring out the window, thinking hard. "I'm ready, i want to live. I've never done that before" i smile at him.
I park up the car. "Listen to me. That, will not affect you. Focus on what you have now. Because trust me, you really regret not doing it once you lose it." I trailed off, i climbed out and headed in. It was quite dark now, i don't want to annoy anyone, he can just stay in my room.
We climbed the stairs quietly. "Hey, before we go in, can i ask you a favour?" He nodded
"everything on the right side of the room, please, don't touch anything." I say sadly.
"Is it yours?" I shook my head
"I used to share, but he's... He's away right now" i say slowly.
"Oh" was all he said. We went in and i could smell Aidens still, i smiled gently.
"That bed you can crash on" i pointed to mine. He smiled tiredly and climbed in. He striped down to his boxers and climbed in. I stripped down to my boxers as well and chucked on a pair of basket ball shorts, but i didn't dare get in Aidens bed. I just put my back against the door and slid down.
I thought Ryder was asleep, but he proved me wrong when he lifted up the covers and said sleepily "get in then, hurry up whilst I'm still a softy" i smiled and dived into the warm covers. I felt warm arms wrap around my waist and i tensed a little. I used to do that with Aidens, i didn't realise how much i missed this. I softened a little, too comfortable. "He was the guy who died, wasn't he?" He asked softly. "Yeah, i know something about you. I want to trust you like you trusted me. He was my boyfriend. I was there when they killed him. I was the one who could of saved him and didn't." I said sadly, my eyes frosting over. I had only ever cried from physical pain before. Never this.
"Can i tell you something too?" I turned to him and nodded. "I, i don't know the words so can i write it down?" I got up and went to my desk. "How about you tell me and I'll write it down, in a way you can say it with the emotion you need to" he nodded and i started scribbling down.
Play video if you haven't already. It's Ryders story by the way.
Jake Miller 'Steven'
We finally get back into bed and as i drift off to sleep i hear a whisper, i could be dreaming but i think some one said "thank you" and then i felt someone kiss my cheek, and then my bed goes cold and my mind goes blank.
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