Chris

Chris was doing fine. Or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. Fine ignoring the way his eyes search for you in every room. Fine pretending your laughter doesn’t do strange things to his heartbeat. Fine acting like watching other people get close to you doesn’t feel vaguely homicidal. Fine. Completely fine. Until someone else has your attention for too long. Until someone else makes you smile. Until one slow song and one crowded room turn all of his carefully buried feel... by xxnikaxx