TVDADDICT: WAIT
GRANTSHOE: what??
TVDADDICT: what are you talking about? I'm not afraid of anything.
GRANTSHOE: let me rephrase. Why're you afraid of getting help?
TVDADDICT: woah. Okay. This is fucking crazy. I'm experiencing deja vu
GRANTSHOE: deja vu?
TVDADDICT: yeah. its probably some symptom from the concussion.
GRANTSHOE: stop stalling and answer my question
TVDADDICT: look, I'm not afraid of anything. okay?
TVDADDICT: don't ask again
shawn couldn't help but feel anger rising as GRANTSHOE tried to pry the answers from him. He anxiously ran his fingers through his hair, his breathing quickly failing him.
his best shot at something besides medication was his inhaler. it was his life support, in a sense. he took an inhale of oxygen from the tube, and slowly regained his breath back, holding his chest, in shock that he could've died in that moment.
GRANTSHOE: please
TVDADDICT: im afraid
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Fanfiction[completed] how could they love each other from behind a screen yet hate the existence of each other? [this story is the biggest yeet. JS] Started: january 18, 2017 Finished: february 3, 2017
