Oneshots

2-9-17

Ryden bitchesssss
Lol
Also,, fucking trigger warning read with caution
(Wow this really shouldn't be in my english notebook but it was from the writing prompt at the beginning of class and yes i wrote a sad af Ryden oneshot for my English writing prompt and yes it took the whole class period oops)
Enjoy :,))(

Brendon sniffled through his tears and against the cold winter breeze. It was snowing quite heavily in Seattle that day. He said someday we'd settle here together, so he waited.

He waited for him after all.

"Remember when you flew down here from New York?" He asked, breaking the silence. But his words were just being carried into the wind, unheard.

He continued anyways.

"At that coffee shop, you found me." He pauses, looking in what he believed was the direction of the coffee shop.

"You said you missed my skin." He chuckled, a mix of fondness and embarrassment covers his pale features.

"Your girlfriend, Keltie, i think was her name, was so pissed!" He paused, chuckling a little and shaking his head slightly. "She always hated me, still does." He remembered the funeral, where she almost killed him, and he almost let her, and more tears fell and he had to clear his throat before continuing.

He continued for hours after that, bringing up every memory they shared together, as the brisk Seattle morning turned into a cold windy late afternoon. The brunette just talked, rambling, half expecting Ryan to say something back, to laugh with him, cry with him, or playfully punch his arm in embarrassment. To see his cute little grin, or his embarrassed pout, or even his cute little frown. He kept rambling, even hoping for him to tell the boy to shut up, like he often did when Brendon rambled.

Silence. Nothing.

Brendon heard a shuffling noise, and looked up hoping, even praying, something considered crazy for the strong-willed atheist to do but he was desperate. He was desperate for Ryan to finally walk up to him and hug him, hold him, comfort him, tell him he's sorry for scaring him, for leaving the other boy, but was only met with a spotted dog. Dottie.

Honestly, Brendon's always kinda hated the dog, seemingly being Ryan's favorite thing in the world. But at this moment, Brendon realized that Dottie was probably the only thing of Ryan's left, and held the dog dearly to him.

"You know Ry, I always kinda hated Dottie." He shrugged a little, dog still in arms. "The only girl you loved as much as me." He laughed a little, the laugh probably being the most genuine one to escape his lips in over a year, since the split. "At least, that's what you told me."

He sat in silence as time flew by, an hour later finally mustering the strength to continue.

"I love you Ryan, always have. The past year has been the worst year of my life. And then when y-you..." He didn't finish that thought, tears slipping off his beautiful sorrow stricken face into the dirt. He took a deep breath."And to answer your question, i guess, cause being blue is better than being over it." The boy answered, referring to the last text sent to him.

"Your my sun, Ryan, and without you, I'm cold and meaningless." He waited a minute for Ryan to contradict his self depreciating words, before coming to face with silence and continuing.

"I don't know where I'll go, but hopefully, it's somewhere with you. I-I Love you Ryro." The last tears began to escape his eyes before Brendon dropped the pill bottle onto the soft Seattle snow where he settled next to the grave, 6 feet above Ryan. And that's when Brendon realized suicide kills two people.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A little Epilogue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spencer found Brendon first. Its not the first time he went there. He had gone everyday since the funeral. The boy would sit in silence all day and eventually Spencer or Sarah or Jon, would find him and drag him home. Spencer had a slightly uneasy feeling on his way their this time though. Something wasn't right.

When he got there, he almost ran to Ryan's grave. He gasped when he saw the boy, lightly covered in snow and knew he should came the night before. And sobbed when he saw the empty pill bottle next to him. He found no pulse. His best friend was gone.

The police carried the body away. Spencer sat at the grave similar to Brendon's ritual that he had for 3 weeks. He cried and cried for the two boys who never made it together like he would with his wife.

The funeral was small, only had Brendon's closest friends and family there. Dottie was there with Spencer, curled up in his lap. Spencer had found Dottie, barely breathing, curled up to Brendon when he was found by Spencer, and Spence just couldn't leave the dog there.

Brendon was buried next to Ryan. And hopefully, somewhere, somehow, Brendon's hopes were answered, and he was back with Ryan. They were together again.