Three days. Three days ago I saw Chole die. Three days ago my photography teacher, Mark Jefferson, drugged me and took me into the dark room where I was... Before I was rescued by David. And sent to the hospital. The storm came and went. There were survivors but the town was mostly in ruines.
I thought to myself as I sat on the makeshift hospital bed think about all that has happened over the past few days clenching arm as flashbacks from the dark room came to me.
"Max?" I look up slightly with wild eyed, it is Warren I attempted to collect myself as he sat down with me on the bed. "What's going on?" He questions me. I could only stare at him .
"Max are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.
I shook my head and curled myself into a ball. Warren scoots close to me and hugs me. I started to sob.
"David told me everything, I just wanted to hear it from you. Shhh it ok your safe here.'' He whispers hugging me tighter. I uncurled myself and hug him back as tears continued to flow down my cheek.
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(A/M): Yeah here's some Grahamfield hug. I am sorry it's so short but here. This is set after EP 5 where Max is going through depression(?) Yeah some angst for you. Leave a comment. Bai.
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Story written before episode five is released.
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Grahamfield one shots
FanfictionHay! This is an unplanned story for the Life is Strange fandom especially for the Grahamfield shippers (cause from my POV there are little out there so here's one). Its one-shorts and I took prompts from Tumblr. Romance isn't my type of writing but...
