Authors Note: Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I don't own any of these characters, Disney does. I only own the story and ... no. I don't own the song either. OneRepublic does.
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Ryan sat in his room, surrounded by remnants and memories.
It hurt his heart just to look at them, but he couldn't rip them up.
He couldn't delete them. The only thing he could think of was to delete was his existence.
He sat in the middle of his room, surround by laughter and smiles of the past.
He sat in the middle of his room, and thought of the unpredictable future.
He wanted so badly to sit down and wait. Just wait for him to say that he loved him too, and that yes, the change was good, and yes, it made a difference, and yes, he was ready to be with him again.
He could wait.
But did he want to?
Did he want to keep putting his heart on the line, only to be let down in the end?
No...not really.
Ryan sat in the middle of his room, with tears in his eyes, and blood running down his arms.
And that night, Ryan Stephen Evans, sat in the middle of his room, and died.
The next morning, Troy hadn't even gotten the typical morning text message.
Even after breaking up, Ryan still sent him his "Good morning, starshine!" text message...
This bothered him.
So instead of going to school, he headed over to Ryan's house.
The front door was unlocked, which was bad for this residence, seeing as how their cheapest possession was 10,000 dollars.
"Ryan?" Troy called out.
All he heard was an echo. He took that as a sign. Ryan was probably still sleeping.
"Ryan, are you here?" Silence.
He headed up the stairs. The only sound he heard was his soft footsteps on the stairs, and a faint song playing from Ryan's bedroom.
"Ry?"
Troy pushed open the door, and was shocked at the scene before him.
On the floor, were scattered pictures, covered with someone dark and sticky. Troy bent down to pick one up, and realized that the color was an almost scarlet. While kneeling, he spotted a hand laying on the other side of the bed.
"Ryan?" Troy followed the path of pictures to the other side of the bed, where Ryan lay, dead and cold.
Troy's eyes immediately filled with tears.
"Oh, my God! Ryan!"
He bent down to pick up the blonde, and didn't care that he got blood on his new shirt.
He moved his body to a half sitting, half laying position against the foot of the bed, and held Ryan against him.
"Dammit, Ryan. You better wake up...This better be some kind of cruel joke..." he said into the blonde's ear.
There was no response.
"Ryan!! Come back!! This isn't funny!! You're a great actor, now stop it!!"
The blonde's body simply remained still, and cold.
Troy noticed the tear stains on the blonde's paling cheeks.
"Oh, God, Ryan...I'm sorry..." he whispered as he kissed the cold cheek closest to his lips.
Troy called 911, gave him his location, and hung up.
"Ryan...Ryan, I love you...I always have...and I always will...I'm ready to be with you...It wasn't supposed to be like this...I couldn't wait any longer...The change was good...I'm ready to be with you now...It hurt too much...Ryan...come back...I'm so sorry..."
In the background, a song was playing...
It's too late to apologize --- too late
I said it's too late to apologize --- too late...