Ryan looked so heartbreakingly innocent when he was drunk that Amelia couldn’t even muster up her anger.
She perched on the edge of the couch and spoke quietly. “That medicine had something to help you sleep. You’ll get drowsy soon. I’ll stay here until Francisco shows up, then I’ll go.”
Ryan didn’t respond. He just curled his arm over his eyes and kept them closed.
She waited for a bit, thinking he must have drifted off. Gently, she picked up the thin blanket and laid it over him.
Just as she was about to stand, Ryan’s hand found hers and held on tight before she could slip away.
“Don’t go…” His voice was rough and sleepy, but his grip was surprisingly strong.
He wasn’t hurting her, just refusing to let go. Amelia let out a helpless sigh.
Ryan always got clingy when he drank.
“Alright, I won’t go,” she whispered, trying to soothe him. He relaxed a little, but still didn’t let her hand go.
She had no choice but to sit back down.
The big living room felt strangely quiet, so silent that Amelia could hear her own breathing—and Ryan’s too.
She realized she’d never been this close to him while he slept.
Sleeping, his face lost all that sharpness and edge. He just looked young and gentle, almost innocent.
“Ryan, in those five years… how much did you really do for me?” It still didn’t seem real. In her memory, she and Ryan had barely interacted outside those university years. She always thought he couldn’t stand her.
By the end, she’d started avoiding him altogether.
If she actually counted it up, they probably hadn’t even spent a full month together.
For him to treat her this well? Blaming it on a college crush just didn’t make sense.



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