Yes! I am on a roll. Maybe, just maybe, I'll update on my other stories tomorrow. I'm glad this one's been frequent with the updates.
This is a Seth drabble. It's kind of slashy, but you'll enjoy it.
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His life was out there now.
He'd been on this fucking boat for 3 days.
He had changed directions many times.
He didn't know where he was leading himself.
He was in denial.
He was depressed and felt as if his life had shattered into a million pieces.
Ryan was gone. He wasn't coming back.
Seth couldn't live without him.
Sometimes he'd look at Ryan and see what everyone else didn't see.
The emotions he kept bottled up.
His secret love for comic books, that he would never admit.
How he appreciated the screaming-music Seth got him to listen too. He always would act like it bothered him in front of people, but he never had a problem when it was just them.
How he was a knight in shining armour.
Not just Marissa's, or Teresa's. His.
He saved him from another year of hell.
He could never repay him.
He knew all good things came to and end, he just didn't think it would happen. He liked to think that it never would.
He blames Marissa for all of this, only because she's easiest to blame.
Deep down, he knows it's his fault.
He could have been there.
Could have believed him.
Should've, Could've, Would've but didn't.
Seth didn't do anything except sit back and enjoy his free ride.
The woman of his dreams.
The friends he never had.
The family that understood him.
And the brother he never got, till then.
He knows that it was all to good to be true, and all good things must come to an end.
Deep down, he didn't want to believe it though. He was to used to the life he'd been living.
He didn't want piss in his shoes.
He didn't want to become the comic nerd who sat alone at lunch and was called a queer and a homo by every water polo joke that passed him by. Who shaved there chests?
He didn't want that back, so he left.
He left his girlfriend, his parents and Ryan.
Except he decided to keep it as Ryan left him first, so he could do the same. Like Copy-Cat. He was 5 all over again.
He wondered if they were worried, or even cared. He thought maybe they were glad to see him go, get the hell out of there way.
He wondered if Ryan would shrug it off.
Maybe he would come home?
Except Seth didn't know much about home anymore.
He abandoned his home.
His life.
So now he sailed...
He sailed into the night, without a clue of where he was going to end up, but he knew his life was out there.
No one would piss in his shoes again.
Now, I'm praying to Moses and Jesus, that I can get some more reviews. The ones I've got have been great, it's the reason I'm still going! More would be appreciated though.