World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

FIVE

JANUARY 8, 1766

Today is Ryan's birthday. Due to our... separation from other humans, and creatures, I have yet to even get him something.

In the two years that we have been travelling, Chris and Angelo have finally admitted their feelings towards one another. I, on the other hand, have started to grow something greater for Ryan. I don't know what to call it, but it isn't what I felt for him three years ago. It has started to slowly grow. I just don't know if that's a good thing or not.

So, it sit here, as the sun rises, with you in my hands on top of a very uncomfortable house roof.

This has basically become an everyday thing; I would come up here, five in the morning and write. Only sometimes would I miss it, but it was rare. Once I get something going, I keep to that.

I don't know how much longer we will be staying in this house for, but I imagine it won't be long. Ryan and Angelo are always worried that someone could track us. So, we keep moving. Never have we stayed in one-

"Why're you up so early?"

Ricky turned his head, watching as Ryan pulled himself up on the roof, moving so they were sitting next to each other, shoulders brushing.

"What're you?" Ricky raised an eyebrow, turning back to the scene in front of him, "Shouldn't you be sleeping in?"

"Why should I be sleeping?"

"Well," Ricky chucked his book to the side, "Unless I've been counting the days wrong, it's January eight."

Ryan chuckled.

It felt weird to have someone care for him as much as Ricky did. Ryan was raised by a man who he knew nothing about. He wasn't used to the kindness Ricky had shown him. He wasn't even used to the way he felt about Ricky.

"I told you it's fine."

"Yes, and I told you I wouldn't miss one. Actually, I promised." Ricky said moving back a bit, "Have I not lived up to it?" He asked, knowing Ryan had to agree with him.

"You have, but that doesn't mean I want you to."

"Yes," Ricky nodded his head, "You do. You need to live. More than I do. Just because you have forever doesn't mean that I do. I want to be able to spend every ounce of time I can with you."

"Ricky..." Ryan bit his lip, numbly shaking his head, "Don't talk like that."

"It's true. Chris will be gone, I'll be gone..."

"I don't want to think about that." Ryan mumbled, standing up and holding a hand out for Ricky.

Confused, Ricky placed his hand in Ryan's larger one, frowning as he was slowly being pulled up to his feet.

"Thank you." Ryan smiled, looking down at Ricky.

"What for?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulders, slowly becoming embarrassed.

Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable with anything, Ricky changed the subject.

"Happy Birthday, Ryan." Ricky muttered, wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist and resting his head on his chest.

Ryan bit his lip again, slowly returning the hug.