I'll swear that I'll always paint you Golden Days {Ryden}

-twelve-

It had been a few hours since we began to leave our lives behind us. The sun started rising higher and higher until it lost its yellow glow and seemed to be purely white. Neither of the man stared at the sun anymore. Ryan was still driving but his mind was far from the road. All he could think of was comparisons between now and then. The times in which the old mansion seemed the only safe place. People always say history repeats itself but Ryan never thought that it would happen so soon. He imagined the span would be at least a hundred years and not just about ten. That was just too soon for him. He hadn't properly processed what had happened back then in all these year. He never regained the feeling of safety, not even after moving to another place. He wasn't rich enough to move as far as he planned on doing, so he simply had stayed hidden. He got rid of parts of his name to be harder to find because no one would expect him just erasing his first name, the name that everyone used back then. The name that no one had said in a decade. He got rid of that name for multiple reasons. Reasons that he would keep for himself, reasons that no one had to know of. It wasn't important really. At least not here in this new life that he had built up all by himself. He had no choice; he had to simply if he wanted to survive. He remembered the years he spent hidden in that mansion though all those years he knew that no one was looking for him anymore. They thought he was dead and they were more than happy about it. All of them were. They were better off without him. He was an outcast and he knew it.

Ryan felt guilty that he had pulled another person into this. That he had pulled another person in this dangerous pit. If it was his to choose he wouldn't have. He wished that he wouldn't have gone out on the balcony that night. He should've stayed inside and waited for Brendon to go back inside but something just made him curious. Something attracted him, made him feel like he needed to step out. It felt like he needed to be next to him. Even if they wouldn't talk it just seemed logical to him to go outside. Now he knew why he felt that way from the first day he realised that he wasn't the only person up at night. He didn't think too much about the consequences at this point. He simply just walked out because it felt like the right thing to do. Normally he would overthink everything. He thought at least three times about everything that meant leaving his apartment or human interaction but at night he was a bit less careful. He let his feelings get to him as soon as the sun was down. It was as if the light that would brighten up all his flaws was gone and left him under a blanket of darkness in which no one would see him. He wasn't allowed to act like that anymore now. He wasn't alone anymore. There wouldn't be any moment where he could slip back under this blanket as long as Brendon was around. He didn't hate that guy obviously. He was quite fond of him actually but he didn't want to hurt that poor man. He had no idea of all of this. Maybe he knew how you get treated if you don't have the vision you're supposed to have but that never showed him the whole picture luckily but now it was different. He looked it up. He gave it away. He told them without knowing. Like a sheep trying to hide from the farmer in a dark forest were the wolves live. He couldn't know and Ryan didn't give Brendon any guilt. He felt merely sorry for the guy. He himself was the one to blame. He shouldn't have gone out onto the balcony in the first place. He should've stopped him. He should've explained.

He should've.

But he didn't.

Ryan was slightly startled as a soft mumble cut his string of thought. It didn't consist of any words but small noises. Brendon shuffled around in his seat for quite a while before he actually opened his eyes. A yawn escaped his lips as he tried his best to stretch the cramped up muscles but the lack of place around him made that rather difficult. Ryan's eyes shifted over to the struggling man with a small mile. He had to admit that his soul mate looked pretty adorable so at least that was a plus in the whole wreck of a situation. "Morning." A seemingly still tired Brendon raised his voice to actually puzzle together a word with a weak smile. Ryan converted his eyes back to the empty road. "Good Morning."