a/n: i’ll just repeat this intro every time but basically whenever i’m sad i pick a song from my bag playlist to drive into the ground and write a fic/ficlet based on it and some may call it projection, others may call it therapy, and some may call writing fics based on songs corny but alas, here i am back again, a second a/n at the end bc i didn’t want this one to be too long lMFAO this song is 7am by mariah the scientist and also tagging @raleighcarrera@anotherbeingsworld@zigtheeortega<3
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Griffin sat at the edge of his bed with his hands clasped and his head hung low.
Nothing really could’ve prepared him for this feeling. His eyes were stinging and his hands were shaking, despite his attempt of wringing them tightly enough so that they could just stop moving, and every part of his body wanted to go back to her and take everything he said back so he could just stop hurting in the moment, but he knew what he did was for the best.
