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The bedroom door opens and Rye walks in like he's on a mission.
I sit up in bed and he comes straight for me.
I feel like he's gonna punch me but for some reason as he gets closer I don't find myself pulling away from him. He could very easily punch me.
But instead.
He grabs my face in his hands and places a gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away.
"Ryepie..?" I whisper. The nickname feeling natural.
He nods, placing his head on my chest as he hugs me.
"I'm here baby.. I've always been here.." he says.
"I'm sorry..." I say, realizing now.
"No. No don't be. I'm sorry. I'm SO sorry, Andy..." I can feel the few tears soaking through my shirt.
"Babe.." I say, lifting his face up to meet my eyes. "It's alright.. It's not your fault.."
"It is, Andy. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been an idiot.." he trails off, looking down now.
"Hey.. You're MY idiot," I smile, trying to ease his stress a bit.
"Yeah and it fucked everything up.." he says.
"No it didn't," I say.
"Do you remember anything else?" he asks.
"Not like.. events.. But I remember us," I say.
His face gets even more sad if it's even possible.
"It's all my fault Andy.. Whether you believe it or not. The accident. It was me. It was all me. When.. IF.. you ever remember.. You'll know that..." he says, slowly getting up.
"Wait.. Where are you going?" I ask.
"I'm glad you remember us.. Please.. don't forget again while I'm away. There are other things that I'm afraid would slip that you should remember yourself. I still can't stay here, Andy," he says, caressing my face.
"Bullshit," I say.
"What?" he asks, shocked at my sudden change of mood.
"I said bullshit. You can't leave me like this, Ryan. Not after you just made a huge deal about me staying here," I say.
"Andy, please.. You don't understand-"
"No, Rye. YOU don't. You don't understand not being able to do things. I'm stuck in this shithole of an apartment because you people are afraid something will happen to me. I can't go on walks, Rye. I just want to get out. I want fresh air. I want to see the trees and the lakes and all the flowers," I say.
His head shoots up at the end.
"What? What did you just say?" he asks.
"What? Which part?" I ask, confused.
"The- The end. What did you say?" he asks.
"I want fresh air?" I ask.
"No, after that," he says.
"I want to see the lakes and trees and flowers?" I ask.
He locks eyes with mine and I see a single tear roll down his cheek.
"I've got to go, Andy. I'm sorry.." he says, rushing out of the room.
What just happened?
Why did that effect him so much?
I get out of bed and go to follow him..
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sorry im a shit writer. but I updated!
