![]() ![]() “How long has this gone on? And how.how did I die?”īrendon counts it up quickly in his head. “Every fucking day, I wake up, and I Write Sins is on and the coffee maker is broken and I try to stop it but you always end up dying, I have to watch you die, and then it starts right back over again and nobody remembers anything except me.” “God, this sounds stupid, but- I’m stuck in this time loop, okay?” Ryan scoffs but Brendon forges on. ![]() ![]() There’s no inflection in his voice to indicate that it’s a question. He’s running on pure adrenaline at this point. “Ryan,” starts Brendon, without even an instant of hesitation. There’s cereal if you want any.”īrendon says “okay” at the same moment Ryan says “we’re not kids, Jon.” Jon disregards this and steps off the bus, leaving the two of them alone. His only thought, repeating like a stuck record, is save Ryan save Ryan save Ryan and suddenly, without any provocation and without Brendon even really noticing it’s happened, it changes to I love him I love him I love him.īrendon snaps out of it and looks at Jon disconcertedly. His mind is racing at a million miles an hour. Ryan finally throws Jon a tiny huff of annoyance and mutters “yeah, Jon’s about to go get someone to fix it.” Ryan and Jon, congregated to mourn the loss of the machine, regard him with slight disinterest. Did I hear someone say the coffee maker’s broken?” He pushes aside the curtain, swings his feet to the floor, barrels into the lounge, and forces a smile to his face. Brendon sits up with a new sense of urgency the second he hears himself singing about closing the goddamn door on the radio. ![]()
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