Ryan was alive.
He was ok. His heart was beating. Dallon couldn't pull away from the blessing feeling of Ryan's heart. Thump thump thump thump. Like music.
"Ryan" he said again, trying to keep his tears from falling. Dallon did his best to ease Ryan awake. It seemed to have worked, as soon enough, Ryan's eyes were open, and his face was washed in confusion.
"Dallon?"
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Totally not writing this in replacement of therapy what are you talking about?
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Fanfiction꧁꧂ They died, Right? No one was left to keep the house standing. Right? They're all gone and enjoying afterlife. Right? ꧁꧂ TW: Death, gore, insanity, guns, knifes, blood, a little bit of smut, suicide
