Rickian

Chapter 17

Ricky pov:

He doesn't remember me. Kian, my soulmate, doesn't remember me. Why? Why did this, out of all things, happen?! Especially to us! I don't think I've ever been more heartbroken in my life. The boys can see it too. They know I'm slowly dying inside. It's kind of amazing how much someone can be affected by a death, or just a few words.

Even though Kian doesn't remember much, were still trying to get him to remember the little stuff. He's gradually getting better, but I'm not. I thought I'd be over it by now, but I'm obviously not. If I was, I wouldn't be as sad as I am right now.

The other guys pity me. They know how sad I am. They always give me sympathetic looks, but I don't want that! I don't need sympathy. That's one of the things I hate. I get it. I get that I'm dying a little inside each day, I get that he doesn't remember even the slightest bit about me, I get it. I don't need your looks.

Right now, I'm sitting on my bed. I was finally released from that hell-hole otherwise known as the hospital. I'm on twitter. Normally all of my friends are active, but after the accident no one goes on their phone. They're usually at the hospital, visiting Kian, who's now back at home, or at our house.

A few tweets catch my eye, normally saying 'I'm so scared for Kian! I'm praying for you and him.' ,which makes the others feel better. Not me. It's a constant reminder that Kian isn't going to remember me. But really, everything reminds me of Kian. The boys remind me of Kian. The hospital reminds me of Kian. The stray tank tops lying on my floor remind me of Kian.

But I guess that's love.

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Jc pov:

I stand outside of Ricky's door, mentally preparing myself to ask him a few questions. But, just as I'm about to knock, I hear screaming and swearing and sobbing all at once. Without knocking, I barge into his room to see him curled up in the corner, sobbing into his knees.

I slowly walk up to him and touch his knee.

"Ricky?"

He looks up at me, slowly. There's so many emotions in his eyes all at once. They go from sad, broken, fragile, angry, hurt, and finally, in love.

"What's wrong?"

He answers me in barely a whisper.

"Everything. Why? Why did this have to happen? Out of all the people in the world, it happened to us!"

His voice didn't raise it's tone at all. It stayed the exact same as his expression.

"Ricky, Kian is getting better. I assure you that. But right now, you can't dwell on the negative moment in life. I can see how upset you are, but I also know that this isn't the end for you and Kian. To be honest, it hasn't even begun."

I take a deep breath as I continue my little speech.

"And I know you're in love with him. You can see it in your eyes."

Ricky looks up at me in horror, but mostly sorrow. And before I know it, he's in my arms, sobbing. I hate to see him like this. It truly breaks my heart.

He finally musters up the courage to talk again.

"Everything reminds me of him. The boys remind me of him, our friends remind me of him. The hospital reminds me of him. The balcony reminds me of him, hell, I can't even stand to look at that thing anymore! Jc, even the tank tops on my floor remind me of Kian! But, that's love. Seeing that person in literally everything you do, is love. And I've come to the conclusion, that I am in love with Kian."

Now we Definitely need Kian to remember Ricky.

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A/n Hi guys. I'm sad today. I have kind of an important authors note, but I'm gonna put it separate so that I don't take up room. Bye.