Nathan sits on his bed cigarette in hand. The room smells of stale smoke. It permeates and never leaves his already drab room. The smoke bellows around his fingers and curls out of his lungs. Another long drag brings the same results. Sure cigarettes cause cancer, but it just brings him closer to the death he's to scared to bring to himself.
There are few things that help more than the drugs and the partying. Sleep was definitely one thing. There was one thing, that helped more than the others. Something he can't bring himself to even tell Vic about.
There are few things in life that bring Nathan Prescott peace, but the old whale plush his sister gave him is certainly one of them.
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Life is Strange Oneshots
FanfictionI started this as a caulscott book but it turned out to be all about Nathan sorry about that
