Swallow Your Sleep

It was a small mistake, sometimes that is all it takes.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The song drifted away, leaking into the flakes of snow laying dead on the pavement. Ryan tilted his head up, feeling hollow. Jon didn’t want him here, of course. What was Ryan but a tragic waste of space?

Warnings: Badly timed Christmas fic. Fan fiction, hints at GSF (group sex fic) though there is no actual sex. Homosexual themes and prospects that may be disturbing to some readers. Small mentions of self harm, alcohol consumption and eating disorders.

Inspiration drawn from Lifted by Bright Eyes.