Ryan’s Bed

I crawled into Ryan Jensen's bed that first night by accident. I barely knew him. I thought it was his sister's bed–her room. It took seconds to realize my error, and I should've left … I didn't. I didn't jump out. I didn't get embarrassed. I relaxed. And that night, in that moment, it was the only thing I craved. I asked to stay. He let me, and I slept. The truth? I never wanted to leave his bed. If I could've stayed forever, I would have. He became my sanctuary. Because–four hours earlier–my twin sister killed herself.