Ryan followed him without trouble. Taylor tried to keep an eye on him, but he couldn’t stand to look at him knowing he wasn’t the person Taylor had been partially raised with. The disgust in Ryan’s eyes had only made it worse for him to stomach the fact that he may never get to see Ryan again. Ryan may never regain his memories.
His body ached. From his heart and to the pit of his stomach, he felt sickening pain pushing outward. Thoughts about the old days and all the times he had the chance to tell Ryan his feelings came swarming around him. They were full of malice and spite, pushing him to the dark brink of his sanity. He still couldn’t fathom what had happened. And he still couldn’t stop thinking that this was all his fault.
Taylor cut through the alleyways, taking the fastest route
