A Rush of Blood to the Head
[this was written when I was a young teen. I'm sorry]
Just a Buckin fanfic. Also, my first story. It does have a happy ending.
After a devastating fight on Christmas Eve, Chris left London and took refuge in his New York flat. He thought that this Christmas was gonna be his loneliest, that he wouldn't have anybody with him to share his thoughts and feelings. He thought that he deserved to die. He was wrong. Through a series of almost impossible incidents, he rediscovers forgotten memories and their significance in shaping his life, with the help of a mysterious green eyed lady. Thousands of thoughts cloud his mind, and hundreds of feelings sweep over him. The pain becomes unbearable. But every cloud has a silver lining. Everyone has a reason to live. Will Chris find his reason?
Read on...
(TW: Mentions of suicide, drug and alcohol usage, hallucinations, fighting and physical harm)
