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This Beautiful Disaster
By dancexforxlife

 


I see his angelic face. I've memorized every line that molds together perfectly.

I see his flowing hair. Just perfect to run your hands through. Soft enough for just my touch.

I see his eyes. The beautiful honey-brown that matches his chocolate hair. The way the sparkle with laughter makes me love him more everyday. And when they meet mine, even if it for a fleeting moment, my heart swells.

I see his wonderful smile that brightens my whole world.

I hear him play his guitar. He plays it perfectly, not once missing a beat.

I hear his deep, soft voice. A voice that could calm even the strongest storm.

I hear him walk out the door, on his way to drown himself in an illusion of escape.

I hear him come back around midnight with yet another blonde for the night's entertainment.

I watch as he walks out of his room around 3 a.m., sweating from a familiar haunt.

I watch as he barely makes it to the toilet in time before puking.

I watch as he reaches for the Blade to cut him off from his fears, his memories, his pains.

I watch, hidden in the shadows, as he throws away one more day of his life.

I wish I could rush over and comfort him.

I wish I could tell him everything was going to be alright.

I wish I could hold him and calm him like he calms me.

I wish I could help him…save him…

I know he would never accept my help.

I know he will never change his ways.

I know all I can do is stand by and cry as I watch him slowly kill himself.

But I know I will always love him, this Beautiful Disaster.

Brendon always came to this place to clear his mind and calm down the busy everyday life of a rock star. It was Ryan's favorite place to be. It is where Ryan's ashes lay.

Watching the sunrise, Brendon knew Ryan was here, watching the beautiful sight with him. It was Ryan's favorite thing to do.

Cold, Brendon put his hands into the pockets of some old, ripped jeans. There he found the poem confessing his love for Ryan he had written so long ago. But it had managed only to get as far as Brendon's pocket, and Ryan never knew how Brendon truly felt.

Brendon searched the trunk of his car, finding an old cigarette lighter of Ryan's. Holding it up to the crumpled poem, Brendon lit it on fire,

He watched the ink melt into the colors of the fire. When it was done, he took the ashes and threw them over the exact place he threw Ryan's. “It's time you knew, Ry, just how much I love you.”

 

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