inabber:
James?
You left the chat.
Has something happened?
Is he even alive?
Please talk to me.
Or any of us.
I don't mind who.
But we're really concerned.
Please.
I'm sorry.
He's dead isn't he? You would've messaged if he was fine.
It feels like it's my fault.
I wish I could be there to help. To know the truth.
James?
I'm sorry. It's always my fault.
YOU ARE READING
soft boy
Fanfiction♡an instagram love (questionable) story♡ jamesmarriottig: well aren't you a soft boy inabber: excuse me?
