Please update please update please update. This story is really incredible and I don't even know what to say about it other than please write more because if you don't then I may not be able to stop myself from writing it in my own head and fuckinghellyouarebrilliant. I will sell my soul to you. This is all I'm going to be able to think about for the rest of forever. I may come back later to write a coherent comment, something useful, but I read this earlier this morning and I'm already obsessing and I need to get the fangirling out of the way right now so I can function.
"He left. He's not coming back," Jon tells him, clear as day, from his slumped position on a plastic chair. Ryan's hand curls for nothing, wants for less, and he lets his gaze fall from grace. He doesn't seem surprised, though, he doesn't seem much of anything. Washed out before he hit twenty five, let alone thirty.
That whole paragraph is literally stunning I mean what