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All I want is someone

To love me.

But at the same time,

I don’t want to be hurt.

-es.

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All I ask is that you treat her

So much better than you ever treated me.

-es.

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JMK

She loved him from the start dreaming of the things they would be still afraid he’d break her heart but believed that they would succeed. Everything was going great nothing seemed out of place then it came to a certain date and she was thrown into space. Floating into a dark abyss wondering what she did wrong knowing all she could do was wish, and singing an unheard song. Lying in her room awake trying to forget this heartbreak.

-es.

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Adam Timmy.

I’ve been told it was a nice day; I wouldn’t know I was only a couple of months old. The last day in April was also your last day. It’s two thousand and sixteen, seventeen years later. You would be turning twenty-four this year. The story is that you fell in, you could swim perfectly fine, but your foot got wrapped up in the weeds and held you under. One of your brothers was there, but he couldn’t swim and was afraid of the water. That’s what I remember from the one time I was told. He tried running to get your mom but by the time they got back, you were gone. You were the first of your brothers to hold me when I was born. Today is hard. It’s the third of May, the day they put you in the ground. It’s also your dad’s birthday, he’s fifty-five. I like to think that if you were still here everything would be different. He wouldn’t have married the lady he did after he and your mom divorced, and maybe I would actually get to see my uncle. But instead I get a phone call on my seventeenth birthday, a year since I had last seen him, and I still haven’t. Maybe my grandparents wouldn’t have died when I was four. Maybe I would actually remember my childhood. I’m sad because you being here probably would have changed everything. I would have grown up with you too. You would have protected me from all the monster a little kid sees. You would have made mud pies with me under the porch, just like you dad and my mom did when they were kids. I would have someone to run to when I get in a fight with my dad. You’d be the cool cousin that actually likes me and enjoys being around me. I would have a lifelong friend and you would protect me from everything. You would love me like the little sister you never got. Even though I don’t remember you at all, you will always be in my heart as my first angel. Love you, Adam Timothy. Rest in peace.

-es.

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The Key to my Soul

She loved making him laugh. And it was even better when he was embarrassed about something because he always did a little head shake and covered his face, like he didn’t want anyone to see his beautiful face. His smile was always so big, he never shied away from doing that. It’s almost as if he didn’t like the cute, little laugh lines around the corners of his eyes, because that’s what he cover the most. And his little half-laugh, chuckle thing he did was what she loved the most. She admired him in every way. How he slept on his back with his arms open wide. Or how when he cooked her breakfast, he always made sure to do it with the radio on and dancing around the kitchen because she loved watching him enjoy himself. How he looks good all the time, whether he’s wearing a suit and tie for one of his benefits, he’s laying across the couch in a teeshirt and plaid pajama pants, or he’s getting ready to go out and mend to their animals in his work jeans and hoodie. It didn’t matter what he was wearing or doing; she loved him. 

He felt the same, except for different reasons. She was a very shy girl, never liking to be the center of attention, even if it is just them. She had a beautiful soul and he could see how beautiful and our her heart was every time he looked into her eyes. She had a nervous habit of picking at her fingers, and he hated it. It made her fingers bleed when she gets really nervous and stressed out. He could tell when she was starting to do it, she got a look on her face like it hurt her but she didn’t know how to stop nor could she. That’s why he didn’t usually take her to any of his award shows or benefit auctions. After introducing her to only a couple of people he would have to take her home and put bandages on almost every finger she had. He loved her so much and it killed him to see her like that. So he just loved her the way she was so she would’t feel alone and un-loved. He felt she would get much worse if she had to support herself because of her anxiety. She would never be able to hold a job and maybe that’s why God put them together. He would always do whatever he had to to are sure she was happy and didn’t yearn for anything. He truly loved her and he never thought he would find anything like what they had. He never wanted to lose what they had and that’s just what happened; he lost everything.

He didn’t stop crying for days. Finding out over the phone didn’t help him either. The news he received from the hospital was absolutely horrifying. He couldn’t believe that something this horrible happened to the most amazing girl he had ever known. And it was so unexpected. He didn’t know anything about the cancer that had infected her brain and lungs. Maybe she knew about it but didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him to know how bad she was feeling. How hadn’t he noticed? Sure he was filming a new movie, but he saw her every weekend. Why didn’t she get help? Was she afraid he wouldn’t love her if the chemotherapy took all her beautiful hair? He would have loved her no matter what she looked like; she was beautiful to him through think and thin. He didn’t understand any of it until he got a letter in the mail. 

To the love of my life,

I don't know how to tell you, but I’m assuming if you’re reading this then you already know. I started feeling bad about mid-October. I went to the hospital when nothing seemed to help me. That’s when they suggested doing a scan of my whole body. It showed cancer. They don’t really know how it happened. Maybe something in my genetics. They said there wasn’t really cure for it and chemo wasn’t guaranteed to work and cure me. So I decided to not do chemo. What’s the point in suffering through treatments when I wasn’t going to make it either way. Maybe I should have fought. Maybe i should have stayed around a little longer. Maybe I should have told you. Maybe I should have done a lot of things, but I didn’t. 

I couldn’t figured out how to tell you I was dying. How, on Earth, do you tell the only person you love that you are dying. I couldn’t. There’s a certain point in life when you realize that you are dying, the inevitable. I didn’t accept it for the first few months, but it progressed very, very quickly. Within three months I knew I didn’t have long, I could feel it. I went for another appointment and they said it had grown, faster than the expected. I knew I had to tell you, someway, somehow, but I still couldn’t. I didn’t know how to tell you I wasn’t going to be around to love you anymore. I didn’t know how to tell you I couldn’t kiss you awake anymore. I didn’t know how to tell you that in a month or two you wouldn’t have to worry about me picking at my fingers because I wouldn’t be able to anymore. I accepted that I was dying. And I knew that meant I was one step closer to doing so. You are the only person who would have cared if I was gone, and I couldn’t tell you. I won’t be around to give you the children you want. I won’t be able to kiss you after you do something good or comfort you when the world makes you seem like a horrible person. I won’t be able to grow old with you. 

There is one thing I am sure about though: I will love you for ever. You will always be in my heart. If you wouldn’t have loved me for me I’m not sure I would have made it as long as I did. Your love for me gave me hope. It made me feel like I belonged in this terrible, messed up world. With you by my side I felt hopeful. Hopeful that everything would be okay in the end. And I guess in a sense it is okay. I’m healed now. I’m not suffering. Where ever you go when you die, I’m okay, safe, cured. Without you in my life, I would have never felt wanted. You loved me no matter what. And I hope you will find someone that will love you as much as I do. As for whether you love them or not is up to you. But you can’t hang on to me for ever. I you don’t move on you will be miserable. And I can’t stand the thought of you feeling like that. I suppose I didn't tell you because I didn’t want you to know how much I was suffering. I didn’t want you to see the pain I was in. I know you probably hate me for doing this by myself and for not telling you but I thought maybe it would be easier for you if you didn’t know. But I know you will still love me because what we had was real. I could see it in your eyes when you would make me laugh or even just a small smile. And I hope you don’t do anything stupid. Don’t make the world suffer because of my illness. Don’t make them lose you because you lost me. 

I love you very much. Never forget that. I always will. 

Forever yours, and in your words,

the key to your soul.

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Apology.

He felt bad for not coming home from set and leaving his love alone all night. So, he called in sick the next morning from his hotel room, saying that he hadn’t even made it halfway home last night before he was throwing up and the side of the highway. When in reality he was just so tired he couldn’t drive anymore so he book a room and decided he was going to make it up to his lover when he got home.

When he entered their apartment he didn’t hear Hernando’s gentle snoring like usual, so he wasn’t surprised to see him standing on the balcony drinking coffee. He wasn’t wear a shirt which pleased Lito very much. He started stripping out of the clothes he wore yesterday and came up behind Hernando. He laid his head on the crook of his love’s neck and started apologizing fiercely to him. Hernando was quick to forgive him, preferring to spend the night without him than him falling asleep at the wheel. 

With the house to themselves and being up so high they didn’t have a problem being together and loving on each other. Lito continued his apologies as his kissed his way up and down Hernando’s neck, shoulders, and head until Hernando spun around and kissed him fully on the mouth to stop him from talking and that’s all Lito needed to take the love of his life to bed for the rest of the day and into the next morning.

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New Neighbor

As I stepped out of my back door and onto my patio for my morning coffee I looked to the left only to see a new face looking back at me. He must’ve just moved in. He was mediocre height, you know: not tall but not short either, from the dress shirt that was hanging open, he definitely worked out, and his blue eyes popped against his tanned skin and dark hair. He started walking to the fence that separated our yards and I decided to meet him there. I started our conversation with the not-so-smooth, “You must be new here. I haven’t seen you around.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I just bought it to surprise my girlfriend, trying to take the next step, you know?” I nodded, understanding, “She also surprised me with wanting to ‘see other people’.” He used his hands to make air quotes when an older lady stepped out onto his back deck. She raised a hand to shield her face from the morning sun, “Andrew, when is Paula supposed to get here?” She started walking over to us and he raised a finger to his lips, asking me to keep it a secret, and winked. “She’s in Seattle right now. She’ll be home by next week.” She looked at me and smiled kindly, “Hi, I’m Cindy, Andrew’s mother.” I introduced myself and she nodded at me. Cindy walked away and said something about a nice girl under her breath. He watched her until she was back in the house before he turned back to me, “Sorry, she doesn’t know yet and I think she’ll be happy that Paula’s gone. I don’t think she ever really liked her anyway.”

“So, Andrew, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, “Same here. Would you like to come over for lunch? I make a killer grilled cheese.” He raised his eyebrows with the question. I took his offer into consideration, with it being Saturday I had nothing to do, like usual. So I told him yes.

That was almost eight months ago and here I find my Andy, on his knee, asking me to be his wife. And I gave him the same answer.

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It’s Okay to be Sad.

It’s okay to be sad for no reason, or at least that’s what you tell everybody. But in all honesty nothing really happened, it’s just a multitude of things that have built up over time and one more thing was added to that giant tower of depressing memories and it all came tumbling down. And it seems like your mind likes to make you feel like this because it just keeps repeating what happened over and over an over, again and again. You think of how this could have changed the whole situation. Or how what you said sounds so unbelievably stupid now. And different scenarios just keep on popping up in your head. But everyone gets sad. Everyone has a reason to be sad. So just because your problems seem so minor to someone, they can be like a snow covered mountain is sitting behind you and once that little snowflake starts moving it just keeps rolling and building into something huge that can destroy you in seconds flat. And some people don’t understand that,

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The Wish for Change.

It was her birthday. She was turning seventeen today. Her large family and small group of friends put together a surprise party for her. They even got her her favorite cake; vanilla with cream cheese frosting and raspberries on top. As they sang her happy birthday she started to cry, knowing that she couldn’t eat any of her cake: she would just throw it up. Just the thought of eating it makes her want to vomit. As they finish singing she closes her eyes tighter and makes a wish. A wish to change everything. She hates herself but she doesn’t want to. It’s been almost six months since the doctor told her she needed to lose weight before she established any health disorders. She had already lost the weight the doctor ordered her to but now she couldn’t keep anything down without counting all of the calories, therefore she threw it all up. Nobody has noticed that her body is still shrinking away, except for one boy. 

That boy, her best friend’s brother, notices everything about her, even before his little sister notices. As soon as she walks into the room he can tell if something’s wrong or if she’s not happy about something. So as she shuts her eyes and listens to everybody sing happy birthday to her, he can see her shoulders sag just the slightest bit. He can that there’s something wrong in the way she takes a breath so deep she could blow the whole cake off the table. He watches her take her piece of cake and excuse herself out to the patio behind his house. He takes his cake and follows after her. Going through the door just in time to see her throw the whole piece away. He sits on the deck steps, not saying anything as she sits down beside him. He speaks first, “What did you wish for?” He chooses his words carefully, knowing she could either speak or run away from him. 

She takes a breath, thinking carefully over how to answer, “It won’t come true if I tell you.” She looks at him with sad eyes, the eyes he usually gets when they talk. 

“How do you know that’s true if everybody says that?”

“I don’t kn- Fine, I’ll tell you.” She looks away from him, not wanting to see his face when she tells him she knows how fat she is and what everybody thinks of her. “I wished for change.”

“What kind of change?”

“I don’t want to hate myself anymore. I’m tired of consciously counting calories. I’m tired of feeling like everyone is judging me because of how fat I am. I mean, I wear a size ten in blue jeans for crying out lo-”

He stops her with a hand over her mouth, “You’re not fat. You’re no where near being fat. You are beautiful in every way possible. You light up a room and people love you. You’re great with kids and you respect everyone you meet, greeting them with a warm sille and a twinkle in your eye. My sister loves you. Your parents love you. You have great friends. You don’t need to lose anymore weight. You’re perfect the way you are. And I- I love you. More than anything, even more than life.” He gets up when she doesn’t answer, “I love you and it’s okay if you don’t love me. I totally understand, who would love the parentless boy anyway. But I’m okay with them being gone, they’re in a better place. Just know that I really do love you. I always have.” He ends in a whisper, his back facing the now standing girl. As soon a he takes a step away from her she lets out the first sound she’s made and it’s that single sound that breaks him, that makes him turn around. And there she is, the love of his life. Standing in front of him with tears running down her face. Her hands are covering her mouth trying to hold back more sobs. She takes a tentative step toward him, not sure of her choice to trust him in this fragile moment. He doesn’t let her move anymore and meets her pulling her into a warm, loving hug. Holding her tight, he reassures her of his love. And she lets him know the feelings are real and that she loves him too.

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The Wind

After your funeral, I left. I just kept walking and I ended up here, our place. I sat down in the field of tall wheat like plants and watched the mountain, like I was expecting it to move. The large group of trees below it made a pretty picture. But as I was sitting there, it wasn’t about the view, it was what I was feeling. The wind. It was blowing, not too strong but stronger than just a gentle breeze. It was you. I knew it was because that was your favorite part, how the wind always moved the tall, thin plants around like a giant, brown sea in the middle of a continent. I knew then that you were with me and that you always would be. The love of my life, taken so early, was in my heart. You were in the wind.

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Like a Final Goodbye

He told me he was leaving only two months ago. He had said it was his only chance, and that’s it. Only chance for what though? He didn’t tell me what he was running away from and that’s what hurts the most. We used to be so close and now he won’t tell me what’s eating him from the inside out. Is this some sort of suicide mission? Is he going into the military just to get himself killed? Or is it something else? 

He’s leaving today. My big brother. My hero. My only supporter is leaving, joining the Army. We’re at the airport. He’s already been through basic training so he’s off to a camp somewhere across the ocean. He stands up slowly as his flight is called. I stand beside him, holding my tears in. He turns to me and holds out his hand to start out secret handshake we made when we were younger. It goes: handshake, knuckle bump, fist bump up, then down, then a way high five. When we hive five he holds my hand there, like a final goodbye, and then turns around, grabs his bag, and boards his flight. I sink to my knees letting all the tears fall down, sobbing more and more with each step he takes.

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Don’t Fight It

I walk through the door with Spencer trailing right behind me. After going to a restaurant with no chance of getting a seat we decided on pizza and movies for our weekly get-together, which basically happens every night of the week. I met Spencer at work. We were both hired at a little barbecue place in the outskirts of Kansas City, Missouri. We became fast friends and now know everything about each other. Spencer is a troubled boy from Arizona that was put into foster care at the age of fourteen. Both of his parents were killed in a bank robbery while they were cashing their paychecks. He was passed around from house to house until he was eighteen and got out of the system, that’s when he moved here. 

I grew up with my grandparents in the city. My mom died of an infection after giving birth to me and my dad is a SEAL in the Navy who was deployed from the time I was born until my grandpa passed a couple months ago. For nearly twenty years he was only with me for a few weeks at a time and those were few and far between. When he was home he made the best of it, always taking me somewhere and buying me things, taking pictures whenever he could, and always telling me how much more I looked like my mom everytime he saw me. I didn’t really understand what happened to my mom until high school when I received a letter apparently she had enough time to write it before passing but not enough for the doctors to save her. She told me that it was a disease or something in her ovaries that the doctors couldn’t identify soon enough. She wrote that she had a savings account set up and everything from hers would be transferred to mine if she did, in fact, die. After that she wrote that her late parents had a farm in Missouri and that it was also mine. My dad had known about the account setup in my name and started putting in money whenever he could. And I know it sounds like I’m well set but I felt like I needed to keep saving so I got a job and therefore met Spencer. 

I walk to the kitchen and dish out pizza while Spence picks out a movie and knowing him it will probably be an Avengers movie. He is so addicted to them. I walk out of the kitchen and down the two steps into the living room as Iron Man 2 started playing. Spencer is sitting on one end of the couch so I sit on the other and prop my feet up on his legs that were on my coffee table. He shoots me a thankful smile when I hand him his pizza and gets settled in. He eats slowly which is kind of strange and finishes slightly before me, then takes our plates to the kitchen. While he’s gone I sit up to get feeling back in my legs and when he comes back in he lays his head in my lap, covering himself with a blanket.

I get lost in my thoughts when he falls asleep, head in the same place. I start playing with his hair right above his ear and think of how natural all of this feels. Being together all night and barely speaking, comfortable enough with each other to use them as furniture. He’s quite the character, attractive too. He’s tall, with kind of lengthy arms and legs but enough muscle and broad enough shoulders that it doesn’t look weird. He’s got shaggy, dark hair and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They’re green around the outside and are a bluish color around his pupil with long lashes and a straight nose, high cheek bones with a bit of stubble on his jawline and chin. He’s quite pale though but it makes his dark freckles stand out on his cheeks. I fall asleep, cursing myself while thinking about what it would be like to marry him and start a family together.

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I wake up with a crick in my neck and a body underneath me, more specifically Spencer’s body. I try to get off him but of course he just pulls me back down. So instead of nicely trying to get up without waking him I go for the opposite and scream at the top of my lungs. He jolts awake, sitting up straight and knocking me to the floor. I groan, “Thanks a lot,” sarcastically and go to the kitchen to get food.

Spencer stumbles in behind me, still half asleep, and sits at the island, “I don’t understand why you always have to do that.”

“Well, I don’t understand why you have to hold me in your sleep and not let go.” He mumbles something and continues to sulk on his stool. “What do you want to eat? I guess I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Well, how nice of you to do that after shattering my eardrums. You’re just lucky I love you.”

He mumbles the last part but I caught what he said, “You love me huh? Well, I love you too.”

He perks up when he hears my answer, like he wasn’t expecting it.  “You do? You’re not just messing with me are you? Because I’ve loved you for a long time and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

I turn around, from the stove that I’m cooking eggs on, stunned at what he said but blushing furiously. His face turns confused when I don’t look him in the eye, “I didn’t mean it like that, Spence. I meant as friends, not lover to lover!”

He gives me a look, “Okay, then look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t have feelings for me, because I know when you’re lying. You start cracking your knuckles, like you’re doing now.”

He’s right about the knuckle thing, but I can’t do it. So, i face the stove again and plate the eggs, “I’m not doing that Spencer. It’s childish and I’m not lying to you. I really don’t feel that w-”

I’m suddenly spun around and come face to face with Spencer. My best friend. My secret love. And I can’t even think before his lips are on mine, before I’m melting into his arms because of something I have wanted most. I pull away though, I can’t let this ruin our friendship. I open my mouth to say something when Spencer beats me to it, “Don’t fight it.” He pauses to kiss the tip of my nose, “Just let your walls come down. I won’t hurt you, I won’t leave you either. I love you.” And with that I pull him back to me and we kiss again, thinking about how much we want this feeling to last forever.

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"No one would notice if I disappeared for a day or two. Or if I didn't come back at all." -@putthepromptsonpaper

You couldn’t believe what you were doing but what you couldn't believe more was what he said. And now, here you are packing a suitcase as quickly as you could, while your best friend kept trying to unpack your bag. You clenched the shirt you were holding and looked at her from your squatting position, “Why can’t you just let me go? You heard what he said to me! I just need to disappear for a little bit. No one would notice if I disappeared for a day or two. Or if I didn’t come back at all. No one besides you of course.” You stand up from your leg-numbing position just to continue your rant on why you should be able you leave, “Look G, I haven’t spoken to my parents for almost a year and the last time my mom told me that their door is always open. Well, guess what, the road goes both ways! And that scumbag… I can’t even say his name. What he said tells me that I’m not wanted here. I’m not wanted by him. So, why should I stay when he’s just going to do two things: rub his perfect life in my face or completely ignore my very presence!”

“Okay, Sweetie, I understand, but what about your job and where are you going to go and what about your brother? He needs you here. If anyone needs you it’s him. You being here can bring him back. You can help him get out of this horrible place he’s in, even though half of it’s just in his head, he sees you and all of that goes away! You’re like an angel to him!”

You look down and put your head in your hands. “I know that I help him, but so do you! He loves you. It’s disgusting to say it, but he loves you, so much. And if something happens to you that he can’t see you it will surely destroy him. So, if I don’t come back, take care of him. Help him get through this. I will be back. One day I will come back and see you. See him. It would kill me to never see either of you again.” You put the last piece of clothing in your bag, making sure you have everything you need, and zip it closed. You pick up the bag and head to the bathroom to pickup your other bag and then head to the kitchen. “Listen, I really want to do this and I think maybe it will benefit me. I’m not going to change numbers or anything so you can call me. And yes, I will stop to see Ryan before I leave.” You pull out some food and put it in another bag.

“I love you.” You take a moment to look at the girl you grew up with. Her natural blonde hair pulled back into a bun, she’s wearing a big hoodie that she probably took from her dad’s closet, and skinny jeans. Same amount of makeup, barely anything really, a little bit of concealer, some eyeliner, and mascara, just that and she’s absolutely beautiful. “What are you going to do about your bills?” “My parents still pay for my apartment. That was one of their terms for me moving out at eighteen. That and I had to get a job to pay for my phone. I have enough in my savings and checking accounts to last me for a little but depending on where I end up I’ll probably get a job. I don’t think my parents would have a problem with you staying here. In fact, it would probably be a good idea so they don’t notice a change in the water and electric bills… Would you mind staying here?”

She gives you a look that says ‘are you really doing this’ and you nod yes to her knowing that’s what she is actually thinking. She sighs deeply, “Fine. I’ll stay here.”

You jump up hugging her tightly, “Thank you so much, G! I’m so glad you are supporting me even if it is partial support.” You squeeze each other tightly once more before separating. You grab your bags head out the front door. You load the bags into the trunk of you car and hug your friend on last time before getting in and leaving.

Driving the ten minutes to the rehab hospital where Ryan is suffering from PTSD, anxiety attacks, night terrors, among other things and physical injuries. Just thinking about leaving him takes you back to the day you got the phone call from your mother. It was about mid-morning and she called in tears. She said that Ryan had been taken hostage in Iraq. The military official was at their house and was telling them that the officers knew where he was and were waiting to assemble troops to get him back. After two weeks he was back home. He was tortured. They had cut him multiple times all over his body, he had several stab wounds, he was missing a toe, he had many cuts,welts and bruises on his back from being whipped. And because of all of that he was suffering. You pull into the parking lot and go up to his room, saying hello to the receptionist. You walk in and there he is sitting up in his bed watching Spongebob of all things. His face brightens with a smile when he sees you in the doorway then darkens quickly with the sight of tears in your eyes. He stands up quickly, “What happened? Who do I need to kill? Because you know I can make it look like and accident.” He makes you laugh, no matter what. So you tell him what happened with your now ex-boyfriend of five years. You tell him about your plans to leave. You also tell him about Grace. “Ryan. I know you have feelings for her. I know she likes you too. As disgusting as it is for me to say this, you guys belong together, you’re both just to stubborn to admit it. And because I’m leaving you’re both going to need someone to lean on. I love you both so much and but I need time to get over this. I need to start fresh, and I can’t do that if I see him everyday. I promise, I swear on my life that I will be back to see you. I don’t know when but I’ll be back.” He just nods in understanding, “Ry, you of all people should understand what I’m feeling. With the whole Ja-”

He cuts you off harshly, “Don’t say her name!”

“I’m sorry to bring it up but that’s my point. You and G are the only people who would actually care if I disappeared for a little bit or forever but I’ll keep in touch. Grace is staying at my place so you can call her there or if you ever get out of this place, you guys can have my room. Alright?”

He nods again, you start to walk to the door but before you get two steps he pulls you to him by your arm, “I hope you know how much I love you and that I stand behind you fully. And you’re right about Grace. I love her with my whole being. And I love you too, baby sis.” He kisses you on the forehead and squeezes you once more before pushing you out f the room so you don’t see him start to cry.

You leave the hospital and start your journey to who knows where only staying in a town for one or two nights. That is until a certain boy working in a diner on the other side of the country brings back faint memories, and very real feelings.