his hand remained in mine, and while i couldn't quite say— at least not yet— that i felt something, i definitely couldn't tell you that it was nothing. but i can tell you that, at the time, i managed to convince myself that i was drunk and needed something to hold on to. but i didn't yet know he needed something to hold on to him.
a/n: that was insanely short, and a filler chapter mainly, i'm sorry. but i thought i needed to upload something eventually, so i whipped up this. even though it's quite awful and justifies nathan. either way, it exists. i hope u had a v happy easter (if you celebrate the holiday, of course) and i promise i will get my writing back on track soon enough.
- lexi
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ribs ; phan
Fanfictiona spilt drink. your favorite song and pleads to put it on replay. a fear of adolescence, a reckless behavior that screams for an end or perhaps just attention. a conversation that never really ends. maybe everything else doesn't have to.
