Nate: I need to tell you everything.
Dyl: Okay... sorry for your loss.
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Wait... before that... I guess next chapter...
Dyl: [The guilt by the fact that I let his brother come in close and I had for a split second been contemplating to kiss him.]
Nate: Dyl, what happened to my brother?
Dyl: [His arms were crossed across his torso, as if he was protecting himself from whatever I was about to say next. I hated that I had put him in a position where he felt as if his heart wasn't safe.] I'm only craving one person's love in this life. And that's yours. We were both emotional messes, he had a drink or two in his system and things went south and fast. But I backed away immediately, I promise you.
Ryan: It was a stupid, idiotic moment and we're not having any kind of romance going on. I'd never do anything to harm you in my right state of mind, you need to know that.
Nate: Remember Ashley?
Ryan: I didn't hurt you. I fell in love and you punished her for it. I hope you guys will find your way back, Nate, I truly fo. I hope that plane crash won't take the two of you to the point of breakdown.
Nate: I lost my brother that day.
Ryan: Because I seem to have lost mine too.
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If I Die Young
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