today was the day.
i was leaving.
Ryan was here with me.
I couldn't say we were friends, because we weren't.
You could tell he felt bad and just didn't want to seem like an asshole so he stayed here with me.
he did tell the though, that he preferred the name "Ryland".
I'm okay with that.
It fits him well.
Anything does, he can truly pull off anything.
I mean- not that I stare at him or anything...
Maybe I do.
Sometimes.
It doesn't mean anything.
He's not gay.
He wouldn't be interested in me.
Whatever, I'll never interact with him again so it's not like it matters.
I guess thinking about all that made me space off because I was startled by a knock at my door.
"Come in." I said.
It was most likely the doctor, ew.
I was FUCKING wrong.
Why did I have to be wrong??
Why did he have to come.
Michael.
Flash back : two years ago
{narrative point of view}
Shane Yaw had an amazing secret life.
In this fantasy world he was out, he had a boyfriend, and he was happy.
It wasn't much of a fantasy though, because in a sense, it was true.
Shane was out.
Shane did have a boyfriend.
Shane was happy.
But it was all in secret.
And he hated it.
He got through it all though, thanks to his partner, Michael.
They've been together for 11 months.
At times he would yell at him and maybe even hurt him.
He would get his belt made of authentic leather and whip him, not in a pleasing way...
It bruised Shane but he didn't care.
He loved him, it was fine.
It was probably just a phase.
Besides, Michael always came around and frantically apologized.
That's got to count for something.
Right?
Today was their 1 year anniversary eve.
Shane had a nice dinner planned out for it.
Even if it wasn't even their actual anniversary he still wanted to please him.
Michael came home drunk.
Oh my.
