last resort | ryden

9

ryan shut the door carefully.
"i heard all of that, babe."
the words were scathing, snapped out. adam's whole body was tense, veins standing out on his head and arms, knuckles turning white.
ryan immediately crumpled, false confidence melting away.
he was desperately, hopelessly grateful to God, -or whatever deity- for brendon.
he just wished he could take the opportunity.
"look at me, ryan."
he did. he met the blue eyes once seeming like freedom, like the endless expanse of sky above him, filled with curiosity and adventure and creativity. now it was like looking at the depths of the sea.
it looks interesting, looks fascinating.
you'll end up dead.
"ryan."
he hesitated.
"you can go, but i'm coming with you. i'm your boyfriend, after all? wouldn't you want me to support you? or are you going to go cheat on me?"
he stuck his bottom lip out, pouting and looking vulnerable.
i knew it was a trap, yet i fell towards it. "of course you can come, adam."
love hurts, that's all, right?
love hurts.
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brendon shut the door behind him.
silence.
"i'll ask him."
him. it stung, slightly. ryan did have a new boyfriend, he'd been replaced. he had moved on.
but the way ryan had seemed then didn't seem much like he had moved on. it might have just been wishful thinking, a hope too good to be true that ryan ross still loved him, but it was one that he clung to like a lifeline. it wasn't like it was any of brendon's business, anyway, who ryan dated, it didn't matter because it wasn't his business, so why did it feel like his heart had been crushed and stomped all over, like every butterfly that had hovered in his stomach had been brutally murdered?
why did it hurt so bad?
love hurts.