Brendon has been at the hospital for over 3 months. Ever since he left Bren 2 years ago, he made him self harm.
He was rushed to the hospital by his wife, Sarah, followed by interviewers asking how'd it happen.
Once he was in the room, Sarah slapped him.
He held his cheek as Sarah kept blaming this on him.
"I TOLD YOU TO GET OVER IT! HOW GOOD WAS SHE, THAT MADE YOU DO.. THIS!? WAS SHE BETTER THAN ME!?" His abusive wife yelled at him.
He said he was stuck on a girl because she was homophobic.
He cried as she spat on him. "You're weak, you're lucky to have me."
With that she left him with his feelings.
The only thing he had taken to the hospital was his journal. Every night, ever since his mum gave him the journal, he'd make up colours to express his feelings.
Then, as if magic, a nurse walked in and told him quietly, "We have a visitor by the name of George, full name George Ryan Ross III, let him in, or no, sweetie?"
His heart stopped.
"Yes."
It's been four years. Four fucking years since I saw George Ryan Ross for the last time. I still don't understand why he left us. Why he left me. I thought we shared a bond. Guess it wasn't mutual...
But today I got called, and that call might have changed my life forever...
Warnings:
-Ryan is terribly fucked up in this story. He had an awful childhood and suffers from some mental problems. He's kinda depressed and stuff, so if you want a happy Ryan you have to find another fanfiction.
-Sexual content. I don't put warnings in my chapters.
-Boy x boy