What could have happened - Ryan Parker X Reid Dankleaf oneshot

What could have happened

"Ryan, I want a divorce"
"WAIT WHAT?"
"Yeah, you're never really around,"
"Wait no, I've changed Reid,"
"You've said that before, I've given you chances,"
"Reid I can do it!"
"Listen, I can't have an old lady that is never around,"
"..."
"Okay listen, you get a week to prove it,"
"So we're not divorced?"
"No just separated, having feelers out for others"

"Listen, while we're separated, I should probably tell you I have been seeing Lauren Forcer, and Mia Mersion,"
"Really Reid? Mia, my best friend?"
"Yeah, she's single now,"

Tears dripped from his chin down on the blood-stained paper map. The map he got from Reggie when he died in the war.

The war Ryan had been partly at fault for.

To Ryan, I leave my blood-stained map of Los Santos. Don't lose yourself because of people you hate, else you will end up like me and no one wants that. Take care of Reed.
That's what Reggie's testament said.

"I-I'm... sorry Reggie," Ryan cried, "I don't think I can take care of him anymore."

Why does the color of the world fade so quickly? - Ryan Parker on Twatter. He cries while typing in the update, not really meant for anyone but himself.

Reid was right, Ryan really wasn't around much. But time had went by so fast, and he didn't really notice. In his head, they were just together. All the times he confidently had yelled "I'm taken!" and threatened others to stop harrassing him before he called for Reid.

Twatter pinged with people asking what was wrong by ignorant people. Text messages on his phone; Where are you? Wanna talk?" - Mia,

"Heh, Mia does deserve a good man like Reid. She really does,"

Hey, u okay? - Gazz

Gazz. The adoptive son he never really was a good parent for.

The sun had risen high and was about to set again without Ryan had noticed. Three hard knocks were heard on the front door to his apartment by the beach.

"Oi, Ryan! You in there?" Irwin Dundee yelled in his Australian accent and knocked once more. Ryan tried to stay silent, but his sniffles was impossible to control properly anymore. Oh, how he had hoped it would be Reid coming to check on him instead. He broke down crying into his pillow, not moving an inch from his bed to let anyone in. "Hey, u wanna go rob a store or something?" Ryan didn't respond. And Dundee left.

No, he needed to get up. He needed to do something, even though everything hurt. Maybe first some alcohol to take some of the pain? He didn't have anything in the apartment, but he did have some cash lying around.