- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
As much as Nate wants to argue - he has a lifetime of things to be sorry for, just in the last two weeks - he can’t summon the energy for it, can’t find any of the fire that normally lives in his chest. He wonders absently what it is specifically that snuffed it out. He knows, just as absently, that it’s in the same place his sun is.
”Yes, fuck.” A thoughtless answer that Nate immediately cringes from, ashamed of how easily he wants to crumble and spiral. It’s so easy to sink into, would be easier still with two catalyst of alcohol that he craves, that sits so cruelly out of his reach. Still, there’s no harm in trying, is there?
Nate doesn’t love right away, makes absolutely no effort to pull away from Melita. If anything, he presses in closer, his arms growing a touch tighter. ”Will you uh... do you want to come with me?” Asking for help is not a skill he’s cultivated, but he tries, with his tone, with the way he still can’t look at her, even when he pulls away.
”Yes, fuck.” A thoughtless answer that Nate immediately cringes from, ashamed of how easily he wants to crumble and spiral. It’s so easy to sink into, would be easier still with two catalyst of alcohol that he craves, that sits so cruelly out of his reach. Still, there’s no harm in trying, is there?
Nate doesn’t love right away, makes absolutely no effort to pull away from Melita. If anything, he presses in closer, his arms growing a touch tighter. ”Will you uh... do you want to come with me?” Asking for help is not a skill he’s cultivated, but he tries, with his tone, with the way he still can’t look at her, even when he pulls away.
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
