1979 (Ryden)

Northern Downpour

Ryan was with another one.

I lay wide awake in my apartment bed, had no idea about the time.

Stop it, it just isn't going to happen.

There was a rustling noise by the door. I took my earphones off and sat up.

He coughed.

Ryan! Is he OK? It's cold outside!

I rushed to open the door without thinking.

He was drunk. His was a mess.

He walked in, didn't seem to know what happened.

"Ryan?" I asked gently. "Brendon? I thought I was home." "It's my house, but you can stay here anyway."

Ryan sat on my bed. His eyes were dull and hollow. "She doesn't love me." He said. His voice was hoarse.

My heart ached.

I handed him a cup of hot water. He drank it up.

"You wanna sleep?" Ryan nodded and lay down on my bed. "Yeah. Thanks for always being there for me." He mumbled.

Ryan fell asleep within seconds.

He slept like a baby. Hearing his breath gradually became even was such a comfort.

I turned out the lights, lay down next to him and covered us with quilt. It was a little crowded but that's not a problem.

In the darkness, I felt something .... special. I couldn't help reaching out my hands to feel his body.

His slender waist, his smooth skin. I gently kissed him on the neck. Oh my baby he's in pain.

I'm always here for you, Ryan, and I love you.

Although you'll go back to your girl.

***

I'd never thought that Ryan would fly to another city to get to me on his 21st birthday, but it happened.

We were in a restaurant, just us.

"For me, really?" "Yeah." "But why?" He smiled and said nothing.

I sighed, tried not to let him notice. I knew the band was facing some troubles. We were having different ideas. Every day may be the ending.

I slightly shook my head, trying to get it out of my mind.

"I wrote a song for you." Ryan said and pulled out a piece of paper. It's called Northern Downpour.

It was absolutely beautiful, beautifully depressing, filled with the sweetest sadness. Just like us.

I looked up, Ryan beautiful brown eyes was staring deep into mine. "It's beautiful." I said. "That's because you are beautiful, baby." He grabbed my hand with one hand and touched my face with the other.

I became breathless when our nose touched. He gently pressed his lips against mine. It was so soft that I sank deep into it.

Wet, hot, and hunger.

He suddenly pulled away, panting like I did. "I love you, in case you don't know, but it's all over now." He said. "Now I have to go."

He stood up, avoiding looking at me, and walked out of the restaurant.

He wants to give us a happy ending, but a happy ending is still an ending.