When The Day Met The Night

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I've been at my moms for a month now but it's time to go get my stuff from my old apartment. I haven't talked to Brendon since I've been here or even made contact with him. I'm guessing he moved on. Which is for the best.
I actually found a small apartment and a new job here so I can be with my mom again.
I decided to take a plane to LA considering all I really need from my old place is my clothes. I can get new furniture and all the other stuff. All my valuables stayed at my moms in my old room.

Once I'm off the plane I hail down a taxi. Giving them my address and waiting silently as he drives me there.
Once I'm there I go to my apartment and take it all in. Almost a whole year ago I came here with high hopes that I would make it as a photographer. And I almost did. And now that's all gone, I didn't think I would be going back to Michigan after all this but I also didn't think I would have dated Brendon. He was good to me while we were together and even before that. Leaving him was the hardest thing I ever did and I'm still slowly getting over it.
I hope wherever he is, he's happy.

After I've finished packing I sit down for a breather. I hate this a little, I hate that I'm leaving this amazing city, I hate that I'm leaving my amazing job but most of all I hate that I'm leaving Brendon. He was always my rock and I threw that away but no matter how much this hurts I did it to myself. I left when I was at my lowest and all he ever did was try to help. And I- I'm interrupted by my thoughts from a knock at my door. I open it, it's Dylan.
"Hey Dylan." I say surprised.
"Your mom told me you were back. Why did you leave?"
"How do you know my mom like that?" I ask.
"Who do you think your mom talked to when she talked to Opus about you?" He asks like it's obvious.
"But how-"
"Your mom and my mom go way back. They were best friends. They worked together."
"But-"
"I know shocking right. But your mom talked to me and I talked to my boss and that's how you got hired. Anyways, back to you. Why did you leave?"
"What my mom didn't tell you? Since you guys are so close apparently" I walk back in my apartment, him following.
"No. I didn't ask her. Now what is going on?"
"Brendon and I-we broke up a month ago."
"What? Why?" He says as he sits down.
"I don't want to get into it. I miss him a lot but I'm sure he's moved on. I had my chance with him and I threw it away for my own selfish feelings"
"Having feelings is not selfish Rian. And I'm sure Brendon hasn't moved on. He loved you a lot. He was there when you went back with Ian, he was there when you were in your coma. And he is going to be there when you knock on his door and tell him how much you love and miss him"
"I don't know Dylan...it seems pretty unlikely that he would take me back. He hasn't tried to get a hold of me for almost 3 weeks."
"Probably because he knows you don't want to talk to him. You do now don't you?"
I look at home for a second and laugh. "You seem awfully helpful for someone who once kissed me and then came to my house drunk trying to kiss me again."
"I've turned a new leaf and I uh...I'll tell you later" he laughs it off. "Now don't try and change the subject, go get Brendon back" he urges.