last resort | ryden

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never before have i been so happy to have one of my touring bandmates have a paternity leave.
not that i disliked kenny, it was more the opposite in fact, and his child was positively adorable. but ryan would be filling in, and that meant we were reunited once more. permanently.

we sat in my car, hands still linked. ryan has stopped crying, and he was staring at his shoes blankly.

poor guy.

"how'd u do it?" i asked him.
he shrugged helplessly.
"survival instincts, i guess, though i never had many of them, remember."

oh i remembered.

"maybe it was you, you know. you were the one who told me how to get out of there, and i must have just- remembered."

a warm feeling spread around my chest.

"i think you saved my life," ryan admitted, looking up through his eyelashes which were wet and stuck to his cheeks. his hair was mussed and i smoothed it out, reorganising the strands.

"i think you saved mine too," i told him. he looked so beautiful, so fragile but so strong at the same time in the faint light.

"how? how could i have saved your life when all you've done is help me?"

"you've always been there. even when we broke up i knew you were there still, not physically but mentally, i guess. you never stopped being mine and i never stopped being yours."

he blushed at that, pale pink flushing his cheekbones. so beautiful, and mine.

"i love you, ry."

"i love you too bren."