roommates ¡ v.m

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I came back hours later to random shit thrown everywhere. Both beds were covered in cds and sweaters in various shades of black. The only order in the whole place was an acoustic guitar in the corner beside his bed.

"Where is Ryan? You're his girlfriend, you should know right? I need his help," my roommate looked up at me. His eyes were begging me, pleading me to find someone who doesn't exist.

I was going to do it.

I sat down on his bed thinking about the best way to say the truth. He looked as if his was going to protest, but he was mute instead.

I swallowed hard in an attempt to gain courage. "You're Van right?" I asked as calmly as I could, hoping he couldn't detect the quiver in my voice. The boy's eyes got wide. God, I hoped he didn't think Ryan was dead.

"You see," I continued, "there's been a mistake. They wrote my name down as Ryan, but it's actually Ryn. Ryan doesn't exist. I'm your roommate."

I've never cried so much in my entire life... goodbyes suck ass
For anyone who cares (so no one okay great), I spent the last week at a youth summit in Ottawa. I met my best friends there, and it was so hard to leave everyone. Anyway, I'll start updating regularly soon, most likely on Fridays
- cal