harshboldcharm | (no subject)

He left the apartment and the month's rent. The last thing he said to Johnny was a text one his weekend with Alice saying, 'Give her a hug for me.' After that? Radio silence. Wylie was crowded. He was feeling the pressures of what he'd have to live up to with a boyfriend who wanted to be serious - who could see something like falling in their future. There was a daughter to consider. There was hearts. There was everything that came with it. Wylie wasn't willing to put them through it.

Three weeks went by. He traveled with just a backpack of stuff. He'd left anything too big to carry on his bike in storage. He'd have to come back to town to get it, but he figured if he waited long enough, he could sneak into town and leave before anything could go wrong. But over those three weeks while he was out losing himself on the road, he was finding himself just as much.

If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you how he ended up back at the apartment building that housed Johnny's place. It had been raining, the leather jacket he wore not enough to shield him from the elements. As he stood outside his door, eyes fixated on the number beside it while he blanked out. Why he was there, he'd never be able to answer. He should have kept going. He should have left it all behind. But now he was standing there, dripping wet and soaked through, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He knocked, not caring that it was easily past midnight.

Johnny never used to smoke inside his apartment. It was a rule he had because of Alice. Just like he never used to let her meet anyone he brought home for sex. But Wylie hadn't been just sex. And he'd meant something to both of them. Now there was nothing. No texts, no calls. Alice kept asking her dad where his boyfriend had gone, but Johnny had no answers. He'd passed pissed off after the first week and had since moved onto not being able to sleep, and a deep depression. He knew when to take a hint.

This had been what Wylie had warned him about after all, right? He'd break his heart.

Johnny had just expected there to be a conversation involved so he actually knew where he stood. Not just a sudden disappearance and being left in limbo. He took another drag on the cigarette he had between his lips as he stared up at the ceiling, only dragging himself out of his thoughts when he heard the knock. His stomach instantly twisted as his mind went to an accident involving Alice, but he pulled himself together enough to get on a pair of sweatpants to go and answer the door.

He hadn't even dared to hope that it could be Wylie, but there he was. For a moment all he could do was stare. "Hey."