Ryan stood in front of his childhood home and pulled the hood of his jacket tighter around his face. The wind caused the leaves in the yard to dance, lifting them and depositing them elsewhere. As he watched the leaves continue their play, Ryan shivered and crossed his arms over his chest.
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It had been years since he stood in front of this house. )
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I like how you wrote this.
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Thank you! I couldn't unsee the overlap of one of his mother's speeches and Ryan's return home, so I tried my best to make it work.
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Ryan's been kinda dormant. But this topic just fit him and his story so well, I couldn't resist prodding him awake...
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I think Ryan's story is ready for me to rediscover it, so maybe we'll see more of him in the upcoming weeks.
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I love this character though, he feels so real, and the inner demons he's got going on make for a great story. Nice job. :)
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Thank you! Ryan is one of my babies. He's been around for a while, but he never seemed to quite fit in the 'verse he was originally created for. I'm glad I'm starting to find a place for him. <3
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