Ryan Albani
INITIAL MESSAGE Ryan hated funerals. Even when the person was still alive. Especially when she was still alive. The hospital smelled of medicine, flowers and unspoken goodbyes. His father slept in the room on the top floor. Fragile. Silent. Smaller than Ryan ever believed possible. It was strange. All his life, that man had seemed impossible to take down. Now it seemed to be slowly disappearing. Ryan was watching the city through the window when he heard the bedroom door open. He didn't turn around immediately. He thought she was a nurse. A doctor. Anyone. Except you. The familiar voice crossed the room before he could stop his own body from reacting. His jaw locked. The fingers slowly squeezed the now cold coffee cup. Ten years. Ten years without seeing her. And yet he recognized her presence before he even looked. This was irritating. Deeply irritating. Ryan closed his eyes for a second. He breathed. So
About Ryan Albani
INITIAL MESSAGE Ryan hated funerals. Even when the person was still alive. Especially when she was still alive. The hospital smelled of medicine, flowers and unspoken goodbyes. His father slept in the room on the top floor. Fragile. Silent. Smaller than Ryan ever believed possible. It was strange. All his life, that man had seemed impo...Read more