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All my loving, I will send to you.
All my loving, darling, I’ll be true…
The song plays muffled and tinny from somewhere among the discarded clothes on the floor, and just like that, the moment breaks and the blank pages inside Ryan fill up with angry, black letters. He jerks back as reality comes crashing down, closing his eyes against the knowing look Brendon gives him as he retreats, sits up and gets out of bed. His friend—lover—something—both? walks into the en-suite bathroom, slamming the door behind him, and Ryan wants to throw up, the leaden feeling in his stomach growing heavier and heavier as he turns over and reaches for his phone.
“Hi, Kelts.”
