User blog:The8thDeadlySin/Ryan's Ending

(I might edit this later but idk)

He stepped through the golden door, glancing behind him once, to lock eyes with Julian, 'I love you more then you know' he mouthed, then a bright white light washed over him. It was silent for a second but when he opened his eyes birds were chirping and the wind was whispering in his ears. Green, flowery hills rolled over the sunny valley, shadowing parts of it. The soft grass flowed softly in the breeze that ruffled Rian’s hair and made him laugh softly. It was the most beautiful place he’d ever seen. His toes curled, disturbing the soft dirt under his bare feet. He took in a breath of the sweet air, it wasn’t over blaringly sweet, like being in a candy store, it was more like he was breathing a flower’s nectar, quiet but still noticeably saccharine. Ryan looked up at the bright blue sky, at the birds, butterflies and bees flying above him and just started running, he didn’t know why but he did, and it was the freest he’d felt in a long time. He kept running, with a determined smile on his face until he reached a small wooden cottage on a cliff, overlooking the sparking sea. The cottage wasn’t anything special, he’d seen lots of homes and houses grander on it as he’d been running, and he wouldn’t have stopped if it weren’t for the fact that when he saw it his heart strings pulled and he just…started crying. He wasn’t sad, he was overflowing with joy but there was something about the home that reminded him of everything that he had wanted in life, everything that was him. So, he stood there, for he didn’t know how long, just sobbing with the biggest smile on his face, only choosing to wipe his eyes when voices sounded behind him.

“Is that him?”

“Must be, he looks just like Clem.”

“Shut up, I’m not that ugly.”

“Is he crying?”

“Oh god, not another one.”

He turned around to more than twenty figures. He recognized some of them from painting in his mother’s castle, but he didn’t know most of them.

“Hey Ryan,” said the seemingly youngest one, “It’s nice to finally see you again. My name’s Adrianna.” As she walked forward, she aged from a child, of about the age of nine to a middle-aged woman maybe 30. She had auburn hair, light brown eyes, white skin, and lots of freckles. “It’s been a long time. You probably don’t remember me, I’m your mother.” Ryan wiped his eyes.

“W-hat?” he choaked out, suddenly his smile fading away.

“I am-” Arianna’s voice broke, “-so, so, sorry for making you ever feel like you weren’t wanted. I wanted to keep you, so much. But Everlee was such a good mother, much better than I could have ever been to you.” Arianna looked down, she seemed so small.

“It’s okay,” Ryan responded softly, pulling his birth mother into a tight hug, “I’m happy with the life I lived, I got to meet this amazing boy and we almost got married. He was the love of my life, Everlee cared for me and I had two amazing siblings. I was very lucky, and I thank you for that.”

Arianna pulled away first, he eyes were misty and he held onto Ryan’s hand, “Thank you. I love you so much Ryan. Would you like to go inside? Then I can introduce you to the rest of your family. Well-some of them.”

“I hope you mean us too,” A women in a flowy black dress with red flowers interrupted, gesturing to a smaller part of the group, that was obviously from Everlee’s side. She looked exactly like Everlee but with much darker eyes and hair, she also lacked Everlee’s thicker eyebrows. Adorned upon her head was a golden crown with red jewels Ryan often saw his mother wearing. He recognized her instantly from the portrait hall.

“Grandmother Aaliyah?” Ryan asked.

Aaliyah scoffed, “Who else?” she asked with raised brows.

“I-” Ryan started but was quickly silenced with a look from his grandmother.

“Aaliyah,” Arianna warned.

“Relax Ari, I’m not going to hurt your precious son, he can take a few hits, grew up with my daughter, didn’t he?” Arianna huffed.

“Why don’t we go inside,” interrupted a blonde kid from Ryan’s birth family.

“Yes, lets,” Ryan agreed.

Arianna and Aaliyah sighed, “Alright,” they said in tandem, walking into Ryan’s cottage. Inside it was just how Ryan had pictured. On the main floor there was a small kitchen, nice bathroom and large sitting room/dining room with a giant window that overlooked the sea. Bookshelves lines the unused walls. Many were book he’d never read but right next to the window there was a stack of his favorites, even with the pages he’d dogeared and written notes on, one of them was the book of war poetry Julian had given him. He teared up a bit finding that. On the walls besides bookshelves were some of his favorite paintings, one done by Wanda and walking up the stairs was a large loft area with sky lights and pictures of the happiest moments of his life. In the middle of the spacious loft was his bed and, on the bed, was Elanor, his dog who’d died after being hit by a car a year earlier. She jumped up from off the bed and ran at him, with each step she turned younger and then when he jumped up at him, she was suddenly fully grown. Ryan laughed and scratched her behind her ears.

“Elanor!” Ryan crouched down and let her lick his face, “I missed you so much.” She barked happily and wagged her tail. Ryan was tearing up again, this dog had been his best friend trough some of the hardest times in his life and he was devastated when she had died. He wiped his eyes again and turned around to face his family. He didn’t know all their names he didn’t know all their faces. But they had all the time in the world for that, anywhere to go and everything to do. He smiled so wide, his cheeks hurt, sure he still had some questions but everything about this felt exactly right, everything he’d been missing had fallen into place, or would, he was at peace. Julian wasn’t here, nor was his mother or his brother and sister but they would be, and he would be happy to welcome them here when they appeared, then they could spend eternity together, in this place that really was paradise.

~fin~

That is the end of Ryan’s story he might appear later when others arrive in paradise, but this is basically it. His character has arched and honestly, I love Ryan so much, I almost cried writing this and I’m so happy he got a happy ending even if his life ended badly.

* Note, this is not what I believe happens when you die, I wrote this out of creativity and to make Ryan happy. I’m not pushing any beliefs on anyone, and no one must end their character’s stories like this, but this is how his ends.