Oneshots - multiship

A pile of polaroids

⭐️ryden⭐️

Hi im M, im 13 and Ryan Ross makes me cry

This is short and emo like moi

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Brendon sighed, looking down at the polaroid in his hand. Tears welled in his eyes, eyelashes clumping together as he begged the salty tears not to escape. He didn't want to think about it now, his pent up emotions getting the better of him. Chocolate brown eyes looked back at him from the paper, swirls of pink eyeshadow and black eyeliner drawing his eyes to man's face. They were young back then, nothing really mattered and they just existed with each other. But things change. He moved away and Brendon broke.

He flicked through the pile of photos, eyes flicking over the smiling faces; they were so happy. He looked up at his reflection in the vanity mirror, the lights that surrounded it making his eyes sparkle with a life that seemed to just vanish when his love moved. He continued flicking through, genuine smiles that made his eyes crinkle in the corners, grins where their whole faces crumpled up but neither of them cared, they looked like idiots but they were so happy with just their existences, nothing but their love for each other was needed for them to feel like the top of the world. He wanted that back. He didn't know what happened to the other man, they broke apart, shattered pieces of Brendon's heart being left behind.

It's funny how times change, less than ten words could destroy a relationship. It meant the world to him, but it was all one sided, an unrequited love that only started to hurt towards the end. It was so fake; it meant nothing to the older man but Brendon had no idea, the words spoken by him hurt more than any physical pain, the saying Brendon learnt as a child 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me' immediately losing any truth. The last picture in the pile brought back those painful words spoken by his ex-lover.

"I don't love you, I'm just passing the time," Brendon mumbled to himself, repeating the words Ryan had spoken to him. He wiped the tears off his face, putting the lid back on the box and stuffing it at the back of his closet.

"Bren!" Sarah called for him. He stood up, fiddling with his tie and smoothing out his suit jacket. His brunette best friend stuck her head round his door. "Ready to go?" He stiffly nodded, "You okay?"

"Nervous," Brendon chuckled, following Sarah out of the room and into the black car. Sarah moved her pastel pink dress out of the way, giving Brendon space to sit in the back of the car with her. Brendon stared blankly out of the window, the engine roaring to life as he simply stared at the way the car past the trees. He was going to marry Dallon and be happy, and there was nothing Ryan Ross could do to stop him.