#sabrryan

[darling-finley]

Text || Ryan & Fin

Fin: Ryan. Ryannn. Ryan. I... feel so sick and alone and I... Roderick left for good. I shouldn't feel this sad. I shouldn't... but I feel empty. Save me.

[darling-finley]

Christmas With Finley 2014

Chesh, 

As you're my best friend in the whole world, I had to get you two presents.

1. Is a pillow, of you and me. Not really, but still. To remember me by.

2. Pop art of your crush to add some color into your life. Not everything is black and white.

I love you bunches.

Happy Holidays!

Love, Finley

goodneverwins

[darling-finley]

Glad Tidings We Bring || Finley and Ryan

Finley squealed as she shut her laptop. She always loved visiting Ryan, as he was her best friend. But this time, it was even more special. For she had gone to New York City, the most magical place in the world, and she came back with a few things. A cleansed spirit, for one. She felt... rejuvinated, in a way she hadn't felt before. Not a sad, little shell. She was ready to face the day. She had this newfound confidence about her, and she chalked it up to the situations she found herself in, in the big City. But she also had this gleam in her eye. Finley was familiar with this particular gleam. It came just around the time of Christmas every year, and this year it was a touch early, because she had seen the snow and christmas spirit of New York City. And coincidentally it would collide with her giving Ryan a present, one he would just about die from. So she wrapped it up, popped it in her messenger bag, and popped the Winter hat Ryan had given her, on her head. It might not be "winter weather", but Finley would suffice. 

She drove over to the Clinic as fast as she could, without getting a ticket, or into an accident. The car played Adele, and Finley shouted along, feeling her words of heartbreak to be something she knew well. Turn after turn, Finley was more and more excited to see her friends face, on a hospital bed or not. Once she got to the Clinic, she parked her car, got her bag, and ran to find Ryan. It took her a bit of time, but she was soon able to finagle her way into his room. "CHESH!!!"

goodneverwins

[somewhatsanesylviadeactive1-blog]

Text to Goodwin

Sylvia: Where the fuck are you?

Sylvia: I miss you.

Sylvia: And I need a ride.

[sabrgossip]

[darling-finley]

Hold this heart, it's slipping. || Finley & Ryan

Finley looked at herself in her bathroom mirror. Her eyes were filled with tears, and they just wouldn't stop. She had bottled in her emotions for so many years, stitched them in so tight, so horribly tight, so that no one could see under her façade. She thought she had done a good job. But all it had done was constrict her. She thought no one would see the pain and hurt underneath it all, but she was wrong. Of course Theo would be able to see it. Of course he would.

She felt so bad. So horrible for saying the things she did, but even more than that she felt hurt that he would hate her so. That he could never love her. That she was a fake. She didn't mean to be one. She had to, to save herself from showing her broken nature to everyone. She just wanted to keep herself safe. And she had been so scared - he raised his voice, and slammed the table, and she ran out, in utter fear. 

Now Ryan had invited her over, and she felt like crying the night away. She got in her comfiest clothing, sweatpants, a massive sweater that had belonged to her father, way back when. Her face was red and raw and tearstained. Her hair was a mess. She was a mess, and she didn't care. 

She drove over to his place, and knocked, quiety, waiting for her friend to open the door.

[darling-finley]

R-Ryan? || PRIVATE

Are you on? I n-need to talk to someone.

[greeneyedloftlin]

Ryan & Elliot

goodneverwins

Happy birthday

Thank you Ryan!! I almost forget the date myself, I barely got to LA alive. How are you?