standstillandiwillcall



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    Once outside, he leaned forward and put his hand against the cold stone wall. His phone was still to his ear, the message still recording. 

    “Ilya. Please. Please. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. Please. You can’t be dead.” His voice broke on the word. “I love you. I love you so much. More than anything. I need to hear your voice. I need you to…I need you…I need you…fuck. Please Ilya, please.” 

    Shane took the phone away from his ear and held it between both hands as though he were praying. He realized he was on the floor and didn’t know how he got there. He was crying. He was fairly certain he was hyperventilating. 

    His brain was desperately trying to grab at anything. Any thread of logic. Any idea of what to do next. 

    I have to see him. 

    Yes. That made sense. Shane needed to get to Tampa. Now. He would go there. He would find Ilya. Ilya would be fine. They would be together. He would see him. Tell him how much he loved him. He had to go. He had to go now. 

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    OR: What if Ilya lost his phone during the emergency landing, Shane couldn't reach him, he panicked, and chartered a plane to Tampa to find him instead...

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    Shane, Ilya, and the tuna melt of doom and despair

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    And then Shane hammered it home, “This isn’t real.”

    He was going to leave. He came here so that he could leave. So that he could end whatever the fuck this was between them in person so he could feel good about it. Because Shane wasn’t an asshole – no, that was Ilya’s job.

    Fuck that.

    If Shane was going to leave anyway, then Ilya might as well put it all on the table, “It is to me.”
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    OR: Shane tries to run away after they say each other's names for the first time. Ilya chases after him and makes them talk it out.

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    Now, sitting in Ilya’s kitchen, Shane wanted nothing more than to hold him.

    Unless…

    Couldn’t he just go to the airfield? Families were probably there. It was normal.

    He could go.

    …Could he?

    No.

     

    or Shane just wants to see his bf after the plane incident

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