You Weren't Boring (Ryllon)

Chapter Six

edited 22-3-18

Y'all better get tissues now. Also I suggest listening to a sad song while reading this cause I was listening to a lot of sad songs while writing this.

-Dallon-

"See you later, Ryan. I love you," I say goodbye to Ryan, holding both of his hands as we stand in front of his house.

"Goodbye. I love you, Dallon Weekes." Ryan kisses me. Not a short sweet kiss, like the ones we have given each other for the past 24 hours, but instead a long, passionate kiss, almost as if this is the last time we are gonna see each other.

We pull away and I can almost see tears in his eyes, but he turns and walks inside quickly. I smile to myself and walk to my car. My hand grabs the handle, but I freeze as I hear it.

A gunshot.

From inside Ryan's house.

My muscles tense, my heart sinks, my eyes widen, my mouth opens slightly, and tears immediately begin to form in my eyes.

Then there is another gunshot. Silence. Then sirens.

The police and ambulance try to make me stay back as they carry out a man who I assume is Ryan's father,

Then Ryan.

"No..." I say as I fall to my knees. Tears cloud my vision as I watch them take Ryan's lifeless body away.

He has a gunshot in his chest.

"Ryan... fuck... no... no no no no, this can't be happening..." I manage to choke out in between sobs.

"Excuse me, sir, can you identify the young man?" a police officer asks. I feel lightheaded, even as the paramedics tell me that he will make it.

"George Ryan Ross III."

"I hated having to tell the police your name," I say. Rain continues to fall.

Ryan doesn't speak.

"It felt weird, having to tell them all about our relationship and everything you've told me."

He remains silent.

"I, uh, got you flowers. Red roses, your favorite. You told me how much you loved them." I smile at the flowers in my hand.

Nothing.

"How your mom was a kind woman who loves red roses and honeysuckle," I continue. More silence.

"You remind me of honeysuckle. Sweet and nice. I guess you and your mom have a lot in common, you both look at the bright side of things." I laugh lightly, pain aching in my chest as no words from the other boy fill the air.

I blink and take a shaky breath.

"Your funeral was quiet."

The smile drops.

"Everyone at school showed up. Brendon and I stayed afterwards. Two of your old friends showed up and stayed too. I think their names were Spencer and Jon. They were all surprised when I started crying." I look at the words engraved on the stone.

'George Ryan Ross III
Lived 17 wonderful years as a son, a friend, and a boyfriend'

"The police were kinda shocked when I said that we were dating. Especially when I said we have been dating for about 24 hours." I laugh slightly, pain striking my heart.

I place the roses underneath the stone. I wish I had a photo of us, but instead I just place down the photo of him and his mom on his 4th birthday.

"Remember when you convinced me to go out with you?" I say.

There was a bruise.

"I thought you were insane. I thought it was gonna be boring. But you took me to the tree." another tear falls.

"Remember... Remember when you made me go into the lake? H-How you wrapped your arms around my neck?" I smile at the memory.

The water was cold but I didn't mind.

"I almost kissed you then. But I didn't, obviously," I say. Ryan would laugh at that. I can almost imagine it. His beautiful laughter filling the air.

"Then we found the old abandoned house. You told me about your past. Then I told you I love you... A-And you kissed me and... told me you loved me too," I say, smiling as more tears fall. 

"We spent the next day at that house. It was nice. Then I brought you home. I, uh... I-I really wish I didn't, though." the smile once again fades.

The gunshot echoes through my ears again and I wince quietly.

"I had them bury you underneath the tree. I didn't want you to just be another boring name in a graveyard, because you, Ryan Ross, were not boring," I say, more tears falling. My voice breaks near the end. I look down and inhale shakily.

The wind blows calmly as the rain pours down. I take a moment before speaking again, "Your last words to me were 'I love you, Dallon Weekes'. How.. You.. You knew you were going to die. You knew your dad was gonna kill you. How, I don't know. M-Maybe you saw him in the window."

My head aches from crying and my heart hurts.

"Wh... Why didn't you tell me, Ry? Why didn't you tell me that you were gonna die? Did you.. Did you not want to ruin anything? Why did you spend your last 24 hours with me? I have so many questions for you that I wish you could answer." I exhale shakily and clear my throat.

The heat, the blankets, the candle, his eyes.

"I love you, Ryan Ross. I love you more than anything in the entire world and I... why did you have to go?!" I yell, tears streaming down my face.

I told myself I wouldn't do this.

"You were supposed to live a full, happy life! You were supposed to get married and have children, maybe even to me! You weren't supposed to die when you were 17 because your drunk abusive father shot you and then himself! You were supposed to live happily, not spend your last two days with me knowing you were gonna get murdered! God damnit, Ryan, I wanted... I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you! Why did you-" I scream, my throat beginning to hurt. My legs become so weak that I fall to my hands and knees.

"Why did you have to leave...?" I sob quietly. Silence. I hate the silence. 

I look up at his grave, my eyes so full of tears that I can't even see the words anymore.

"I love you, Ryan Ross, and I always will. Because you were the one who didn't make my world boring," I say. I take a deep breath as I weakly make myself stand.

"Oh, and Ryan Ross?" I begin again.

"You weren't boring."