A/N: I'm just getting a little practice in for the fiction class I'm taking in the fall. I haven't written a story in so long, and after a semester of writing poems, this is a exciting experience! I've wanted to write a Troy/Ryan pairing for a long time, but I've never had the time or mental energy. But, since school's out for the summer, I've had nothing but time and plot bunnies. So this is my first foray into the wonderful world of fan fiction. I hope I don't disappoint! It's kind of short, but I like it and I think you will too.
Disclaimer: I don't own HSM (I wish I did though…) I'm poor, so don't sue me, okay?
Warning: Although it's not graphic this is still SLASH! That means two guys, people! Don't complain to me if that's not your thing, I'm not forcing you to read it.
"You're leaving me? What do you mean you're leaving me?" Asked the blonde haired man, his bright blue eyes piercing into those of his lover.
"I mean it's over," the other man replied slowly. "I'm sorry, Ryan. But that's how I feel." Ryan lowered his head in hopes that the other man would not see that his blue eyes were shiny with fat, gloomy tears.
Forgetting he was hiding his tears, Ryan looked up. "It's all so sudden, though," he whispered as tears streamed down his pale face. "Troy, why didn't you tell me you weren't happy?"
"Because I was happy," Troy stated blandly, staring into his former lover's eyes. A loud clatter from behind made Ryan flinch. He wildly turned and was relieved to find his sister trying to pick up the lot of pots she had just knocked over. She finally gave up and walked towards the two men while giving her brother a sympathetic glance.
Ryan's heart pretty much shattered into a million pieces when he saw his sister's hand squeeze Troy's.
When Troy squeezed back, the million pieces of his shattered heart seemed to stab his insides like a million tiny knives.
Not listening to what the two were saying to him, Ryan ran out the door into the pouring rain; distressed.
He couldn't hold his sobs in any longer; he clutched a wet lamppost and cried. Loudly. A painful jolt shot up through his legs when they gave out; his kneecaps were aching from their contact with the sidewalk, but he didn't care.
This was the end of his life as he knew it. He'd never be whole again.
FIN.
A/N: Well, that was a sad one, eh? Thank you so much for reading. Please leave a review if you feel inclined to do so.