Like pulling apart the stars in the sky.
His legs couldn't stop shaking.
His small, petite skinny frame, with his head slightly tilted downwards. Eyeliner encircling his dark brown eyes, making them darker and ominous, but at the same time, it covered the tracks of his sleepless nights. He knew why Brendon called for him to come over to the studio. The subject had come up one too many times in all of their recent conversations. None of which ended on good terms. He didn't know what brought all the disagreement. This was the first time ever, in what, six years that things had actually gotten this bad. Sure they fought over their musical preferences from time to time, but normally things would be settle fast, most of the time with Brendon giving into him.
He couldn't place his finger on what as the final pushing point that caused this whole issue to come up. Sure they have discussed changing band names, and stuff, but never breaking the band. Never. He crossed his skinny clad legs, and focus on the ticking of the clock on the wall. It wasn't long before he heard the footsteps behind the closed doors. He could feel his heart beating, the heat boiling in his stomach. Brendon. The doors opened, and there he was. Cheeks flushed with the cold, and condensation on his arched brows.
"Hey, you're here." Escaped his lips, the voice that Ryan was so used to hearing was laced with something. Something that he couldn't attach an adjective to, tiredness?
"Ryan, I'm not going to waste time beating around the bush. We have to end this. This is it for Panic." Brendon sat across from Ryan, hands together, looking more composed than Ryan would have liked him to be.
"Why?" He couldn't understand. The band was the most important thing to them, what could be so important that would ever cause the break up? This was something that they have been working on, for so long, for so hard. Why now?
"I just can't go on. I mean it's obvious; we have totally different views on the image that we want to give the band. The songs that we produce are very different. We cannot restrict each other from advancing. Breaking up is the best for us." He couldn't think of anything to say to the current Brendon. It was as if he has already made up his mind that the band was going to split. All he could do was nod his head hesitantly, his hand blindly searching for his coat beside him.
"I have to discuss this with the rest."
With that he rushed pass and out of the building that held many fond memories.
What ran through Ryan's head was the least of Brendon's worries. He let out a shuddering breath to the now empty room. His hands shook, and it wasn't from the cold. His façade came crumbling down. Vigorously rummaging his hair, and leaning back on to the couch, he covered his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Ryan." This was the only way, the only way to put any distance between himself and the other. He couldn't stand being around Ryan Ross. He couldn't stand the crazy beating of his heart, the wishing, and the thoughts. He couldn't stand the Ryan Ross that did this to him. He couldn't understand the feeling, but he knows, that as long as he's far far away from him, he wouldn't feel like this.
"So sorry Ryan, I can never sing for you again."
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AN: Hello!! I hope people are actually reading this. To me it feels like this could be a prologue, or just a stand-alone fic. I wonder if I should do a continuation. I'm still suffering from Panic! At the disco withdrawal syndromes D; RYDEN EXSISTS! But I hope its not the reason of the breakup D8! No flames please. :3