Because apparently I keep getting ideas everywhere.
Tentative title: Withdrawal Symptoms [ may also be changed to Six Degrees of Separation. ]
"Now it's time to let go, yet why do I still love you so?"
He knows he should accept it. It's a fact, it's the truth staring at him right in the face, and yet he can't seem to let go of his one addiction as he walks away.So I was rereading Bridging the Distance by xtwilightzx (blackidyll) over on archiveofourown.org, which is a really fluffy USUK fic, when I came up with this. It's still a very tentative idea, also mildly based upon And Every Moment After by SEMellark on ao3.org (warning: severe USUK angst for that one), so I dunno, really.
Might just end up as a short fic of sorts.
Eh.
What do you think?
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