The cigarette was gone in less than fifteen minutes. He had no right to be here, to be still sitting outside Ryan’s apartment. Yet, he couldn’t push himself to get up from the front steps. He was frozen, locked in this position. He was waiting for the unexplainable to happen. Maybe, by some miracle, Ryan would rush down the steps and tell Taylor that this had been all some cruel joke or that his memories had come back to him when he’d entered his apartment. Neither were going to happen.
He looked down at his empty hands. He’d been close to losing Ryan completely. And though Ryan was alive, safe at least, it wouldn’t be right. The same thoughts kept repeating in his head. He’d f****d up.
He stood from the cement steps. As he looked up, he imagined Ryan looking down at him. He could see h
