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When I'm Gone
Chapter 2
Somewhere in this darkness
There's a light that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away…
Maybe I'm just blind….
Ryan Atwood stared straight ahead of him at the seemingly never ending highway in front of him, but his mind was far from the road and his ever approaching destination. He hadn't meant to hurt Lindsey. All he wanted to do was protect her, but he had ended up screwing up the second best thing to ever happen to him. He didn't want her to see him when, he did what he knew he had to do.
It was his duty. Theresa had been his best friend. God knew that she had saved his life too many times to count and it killed him that he hadn't been able to save hers. For so many years she had been the only the good thing in his life. Literally the reason he got up in the morning.
It just didn't seem real.
He thought back to that day.
"Come on, you have to try this," Ryan prodded his fiancée as he finished up some guacamole for their dinner.
"I'm reading," Lindsey stubbornly insisted from the couch. Ryan knew that it was just a ploy. She loved Ryan, but her completive streak refused to allow her to admit that Ryan was a better cook.
Ryan took his finger stuck it into the bowl and headed out to the livening room with the green goop on his finger and a mischievous grin on his face, "Then I'll just bring it you," He leaned over the couch and held over his finger to her. She licked it and gagged as the phone rang.
"Sorry, still don't like it," Lindsey said through coughs as she made her way over to the refrigerator and Ryan answered the phone with a grin on his face.
Lindsey retrieved a water from the fridge and tried to get the foul, bland taste out of her mouth. She looked back over to Ryan, he was still on the phone, but the smile was gone, "When did it happen?" He asked the person on the other line. Lindsey moved towards him, worried and curious at the same time.
"Jesus," Ryan swore. Ryan never swore.
"Do they know who did it?" Ryan asked as his voice faltered in a way Lindsey had never seen.
"Um, yeah I'll be there," Ryan replied, "Thanks, man," Ryan hung up the phone and Lindsey was a timid arms length away.
"Who was it?" Lindsey asked.
"Eddie," Ryan numbly answered, "Theresa's dead,"