Vegas Skies.

The rain thudded rhythmically against the roof as I waited by the window. The dark was thick outside. I pressed my forehead against the glass and peered through the night. Nothing. It was almost two. He should’ve been there thirty minutes earlier. I got up and crossed the room, turning the light off as I went. I crawled under the cover and curled into a ball, knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I knew he was okay. I stared at the blackness in front of me as a silent tear fled out the corner of my eye. The cotton soaked it up as another one began it’s journey. My mind was anything but blank. I thought about what was happening. What I was losing. What he was leaving behind. The thoughts entered my brain and left through my eyes. I didn’t know how long it had been, but a little while later, I heard my window slide open. A slight smile spread across my lips and I wiped the tears away. The bed shifted under someone’s added weight. He didn’t say anything, he just reached over me and grabbed my hand. He squeezed it comfortingly, like an upset sibling might. “I have to leave soon.” He finally whispered. “At three.”
I nodded.
“I’ve got to get out of Vegas by sunrise.”
I nodded again and drew in a painful breath.
“Ryan?” My voice was barely audible. “Will you come back for me?”“Yes. Someday.” The words made my chest ache. Someday. But probably never. “Bren…” He began. “You know I can’t stay here. And my dad would never willingly let me go.” I didn’t say anything. Didn’t acknowledge that he had, either. I was angry, and my heart hurt. He didn’t feel the same way about me as I felt about him. How could he? I was average. I was geeky. I wasn’t interesting. I didn’t party or drink. I was Mormon. He was everything that I wasn’t and everything I couldn’t ever be. He was tall and skinny and gorgeous. He was an introverted poet and I didn’t deserve a second of his time. Yet he gave me all of it. “Brendon?” I turned over on my side to face him. His big brown eyes sparkled behind crocodile tears. “I love you.”“I love you too, Ryan.” My heart raced. I wasn’t sure if this was the best friend ‘I Love You’ or the…other ‘I Love You.’ I didn’t know what he was getting at. “No, Bren. I mean…I LOVE you.” He scooted a little closer to me and before I knew what was happening, our lips crashed together. It was magnificent. I’d always imagined this. Having this. Having him. And now that I did - or at least I thought I did - it was nothing like I had expected. It was better.
I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. As close as possible. His hands slid up my back and back down, sending shivers down my spine. My breathing increased the closer we got. “I-I have to go…” He breathed. I started to protest, but he rolled off the bed and headed towards the window. “Wait.” I gasped. I jumped up and stumbled over to him. I pulled him in for another quick but passionate kiss. “I love you too, Ryan.” He turned away and climbed out of the already open window. And just like that, as quickly as it had started, it was over. I watched him jog down the driveway and turn for the highway, the whole time wishing he’d turn around and climb back through my window.
My wish never came true. Watching him leave that night, I never imagined that I wouldn’t see him again for almost five years…


I'm not sure if I want to continue this into a full chapter fic, or leave it at this.
What do you think?