"i still don't like planes."
"i think you just don't like the idea of falling. or heights. or both."
"liam didn't seem to enjoy the experience either."
"he's just jumpy constantly. an anxiety thing, i think."
"why does he have anxiety?"
"he had a problem in school when he was little of jacob-esq. proportions. kids gave him shit day in and day out until he'd had enough and beat a kid within an inch of his life. that's how we found him.
"that's horrible."
"he has super strength; not like he could help it. the other kid wouldn't have gotten much more than a broken nose and a few bruises under normal circumstances."
"everyone like us has had a shit excuse of a childhood, haven't they?"
"seems like it."
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concealing ➸ tomlinson
Fanfiction❝but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope. it was practice, and some of us fell.❞ [one direction; five seconds of summer] [completed] copyright 2014 all rights reserved
