When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Fifty Eight

jordan

I didn't know what was happening. "Ryan?!" I yelled, "What are you doing?! I thought you loved me?!"

Ryan's smile fell slightly, "I do, Jordan. I do very much."

"REALLY?" I screamed, "IF YOU LOVE ME WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? WHY DID YOU FAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AND LEAVE ME BY MYSELF? IF YOU TRULY LOVED ME WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE IN THE WORLD WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST? WHY WOULD YOU HURT THE PERSON I LOVE THE MOST? BECAUSE THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE!" I fumed.

Ryan's mouth slipped from a smile to a frown. His face read that he wasn't sure what to say.

I held Will's hand in one of mine, and put pressure on his wound with the other.

"When you love someone," I swallowed, a small tear fell down my face, "You never leave their side. You tell them how cute they look even when they don't think so. You help them through all the shit life throws at them. You hold them tight, kiss them often. You make them laugh when all they want to do is cry, but you also give them a shoulder to cry on. You don't leave them no matter what. Even if their mouth says go, look in their eyes. If the eyes are telling you to stay, you don't go anywhere."

I stood up and picked Will up bridal style. He was losing a lot of blood and I had to get him to a hospital.

"Jordan, wait," Ryan called but I was in no mood.

"Save it, Ryan. Nothing you say right now will change anything." I spat and placed Will gently in the backseat of my car.

I placed a kiss on his forehead, "You're going to get all better, I promise."