Have a drabble? A short little angsty thing
“We were never meant to last,” Shane whispers softly. His hands holding Alex’s face, “for you are a flame burning bright and I am nothing but wax meant to melt.”
“We were never meant to last,” Alex agrees, blood pouring from the corner of his mouth, “for you are the ocean, vast and beautiful and I am nothing but a stone meant for nothing.”











