Iᴛ·s ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴᴇ she takes , the stern fluctuation of every letter as it leaves her lips that lets him know she means what she says. That was the thing about Rylie. Riles , as he called her. Never did she introduce empty promises into her words. There were never half truths or just sweet candy coatings in hopes of getting what it is she wants. She speaks firmly and never minces her words.
Even as he expels a sigh from his lungs of absolute defeat he lets his head fall back against the sofa as blood and bruises cover him from tonight's events. Some might call them fun and others would call them stupid. He stands happily in the middle despite the aches and throbs he feels now and he'll feel come morning.
❝ It's a waste of time.❞ He says , a half formed grin on his busted lip. ❝ you can't teach an old dog new tricks.❞
❝ i’m staying. end of discussion. you gotta learn to let people take care of you. ❞ (Rylie to Seb) @theforsakenchronicles
