No, he can't be selfish. It isn't supposed to happen. He can't let Shay fall for himself, not when she still doesn't know the truth - the ugly truth hidden underneath his skin. Is this even real? Is she really with him?
Shay makes a small sound and shifts closer to his body. It proves she is here, sleeping securely in his bed, her warmth against his skin and her heartbeat in sync with his. He doesn't remember how they ended snuggled up against each other on his bed, but he does recollect they had a mind-blowing kiss on his couch. A light pounding on his head confirms they had too much wine.
Ryan is close to breaking apart. He wants all of her, but every time he sees Aarav's ring on her finger and those sad, empty eyes, trying hard to fall in love again, his guilt resurfaces.
Aarav is supposed to be in my place.
That's the only thought that runs into his mind as he kisses her or tries to give in to his heart. Shay is his soulmate. He's known this truth all his life, even when her soul was connected to someone else. Now that she is here, he wants to pick up the broken pieces of her soul and combine them with his.
But his guilt. His goddamn guilt clouds his happy song.
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Shay wakes up alone. She rolls to her back and cranes her neck groggily to check the time. It's the devil's hour. As far as she remembers, they were drinking wine and kissing. God, that kiss was something. She has never felt such a soul-crushing connection with anybody, not even with Aarav. Her heart caves with the realization, and she throws the covers, wraps a sheet around herself, and goes in search of Ryan.
The crisp night breeze touches her exposed skin, and she pulls the sheet to cover more of her body. She finds him leaning against the balcony on his elbows, overlooking the city, wearing just his sweatpants, his skin glowing in the moonlight, looking both reachable and distant.
She needs to know what's hiding underneath his touch composure. What's devouring his soul?
Shay goes to him and leans beside him, her back resting on the cold railing, their shoulders touching.
"Tell me," she whispers to him, raw and demanding in the silence of the night, stars sparkling above their heads.
He looks at her and shoots a sad smile, one that reminds Shay of how oblivious she has been all this time not to see through this man's pain. All this while, he has been trying to hold the broken pieces of her heart together, and she never once cared to see that his heart is broken too. He brushes a piece of hair from her face and pulls the sheet to cover her exposed collarbones. "Why are you up this late, Shay? Did you have another nightmare?"
"Forget about my nightmare. Tell me about yours." She tells him.
This gets his attention, and his touch retreats. Shay can see the lines of wariness itched on his forehead, and the way he visibly avoids looking into her face confirms he wasn't expecting her to ask him about his nightmares.
"Aarav should be in my place."
"But he's not." Her brow furrows with the sudden reminder, and her head goes back slightly as he lets out a dry laugh.
"Yeah, because he's dead."
"And you're ridiculous."
Shay glares at his tight jaw. He finally looks at her with red-laced eyes. Sad, angry, and haunting eyes. "It's my fault he's not here. If I had-"
"It wasn't your fault."
Shay has to say it. She didn't say it back then because she knew no better, but now she has the chance to release him from the guilt Ryan has been carrying for so long.
"No, you don't know it, Shay." He drops his head and grits out. Shay can see the angry veins lining his neck. "No one knows."
"Then tell me. Let it out, Ry," She whispers, her heart picking up the pace.
"It's my fault," he says with a painful groan, still looking down. "I killed him."
"It was an accident, Ry. All of us could've died that day. But somehow, we got lucky. You didn't kill him. Aarav died in a tragic fate." Shay clenches her fists to the point her nails dig into the soft skin of her palm.
"You don't understand, Shay. I did kill him. If I hadn't been so distracted while driving that day- I could've avoided it. I wasn't paying attention. The semi smashed into us, and we just went flying. Hit another car." His body shakes as he steps away from the railing and Shay pulling on his hair. "I told him to put on the seatbelt. If he just listened to me before. I don't know what happened after that. When I gained some of my consciousness, I heard him. I heard him calling out my name. He was hurt and was dying. I could've still saved him if I just...if I dialed in for help on time or rushed him to some hospital. I tried. I tried...But I couldn't save him."
Shay remains frozen to her place, the sheets falling off her body, but she can't feel a thing. It's like she's living that horrible night all over again.
"He wanted to drive that day, but I said no. I should've died. He saved me. And he took my place. I can still hear his voice, repeating my name again and again, in an endless loop every single night. I watched him die. The last words he said was - 'I don't wanna die, Ry'." He falls on his knees, his hands holding a fistful of his hair, shuddering, heaving and murmuring the words that breaks him the most. "He trusted his life on me, and I shattered it. If I had just rushed him to a hospital in time or done something, anything instead of watching him die."
Shay takes a cautious step toward him and falls to his knees before him. Her words come out as a choked whisper. "You couldn't have saved him, Ry. Okay? There was nothing you could have done. Even if you'd had him in a hospital, he wouldn't make it."
The words almost slice her heart into two once again, but she needs to convey them to him. He can't carry the guilt forever. She reaches out to hold his face, but he jerks away.
"You shouldn't say that it wasn't my fault. It was my fault that Aarav died. I want him back. I want my brother back." With those last words, he let his head fall on her shoulder, and she felt warm wet tears on her skin.
They're silent at first, with Ryan letting out tamed tears, waiting to be condemned for his confession. Shay knows better. The accident, however painful, she had gone through every detail of it. The other driver was drunk driving, and there was no way Ryan could've prevented the accident. But she doesn't tell him those details or that it's okay.
"Let it out, Ry," she says. "Let that guilt out. It's the only way."
He breathes hard for several silent minutes, then finally looks up at her as if he can't believe she's still there. "Don't you hate me now, Shay?"
A sob forms in her throat as she shakes her vigorously. "I can never hate you, Ry."
His head falls on her lap, his hands holding the soft fabric of her dress as his tears soak them. They remain like that for several more minutes, and then he picks her up and carries her back to bed.
And this time, he leaves her alone in the bed, leaves the room, and closes the door after him.
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Author's Note: Here's a newly added chapter for you guys. This one focuses on Ryan's pain and my man is carrying a lot of guilt within himself.
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