Nineteen
As soon as I’m able to breathe again, I start calling out for him. “Ryn? Ryn, are you okay? Are you there?” I pat against the wall, then start banging with my fists. I stick my arm between the bars at the edge of my cell and stretch as far as I can to the side. I can’t reach the next cell, but I slap my hand against the wall and call for him some more.
Nothing I do gets any response from him.
Please, please, please be okay. I realize my face is wet with tears. I don’t know why I’m crying. I only just met this guy. We’re barely even friends. But I know what he’s supposed to mean to me, and maybe I was starting to feel just a hint of that. I figured that with time, maybe I’d come to realize why the old me cared so much for him, and maybe I’d care for him too. But what if that tim
