"ryan! ryan, are you okay?" i ran up to him. he glared straight ahead and kept on walking. "ryan, please talk to me. did i do something?" i looked at him, my face pleading for him to say anything. he hadn't spoken to me after frank told me that dallon had feelings for me. i figured that was what upset ryan, but i just don't get it. why would he feel bad about that?
"ry, please." i begged him. he stopped walking, sighed, and looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. i couldn't tell what he was thinking. i could always tell what he was thinking but, now i couldn't. this was bad. i didn't know what to do, so i just stared at him, waiting for him to speak. "brendon, i- just... it's just that... oh god, how do i say this?" he looked down and rubbed at his temple. "it's just that i don't- i-i i don't wanna lose you, bren. i'm worried you'll lose feelings for me and go date that dallon guy. you could just wake up one day and decide we're better off apart, o-or i'm not g-good enough for you, or you don't like me anymore... th-that scares me, bren. the thought of loneliness, of... just the thought of losing you." he barely finished the sentence when he collapsed into my arms, sobbing. i tightened my grip around him and i could his shoulders shaking.
"hey, hey, ryan... you're not gonna lose me. i promise. ry, i'll always be here, okay? just trust me. i promise."
he slowly calmed down and raised his head up to look at me, showing his red, puffy eyes and messy hair. he smiled just slightly, and then rested his head in the crook of my neck.
"i love you."
"i love you too."
.:your shaking shoulders.:.:prove that it's colder:..:inside your head:..:than the winter of death:.
oh, ms. believer::twenty one pilots
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Fanfictionlike i said, you know i'm almost D E A D, you know i'm almost G O N E.
