Please..

800 8 0
                                    

BadguyFitz x Swaggersouls
Type: angst?
Drafts: 2

His eyes shifted to find a place to escape, his heart racing. He'd been running for too long but he couldn't stop now. His body hurt. Finding a semi decent place to sit, he awaited whatever was to come for him. His mind aching for any sort of pause. He was stressing too much to know what exactly to do, so he began to accept it.

Misfits OneshotsWhere stories live. Discover now