Fics like mud and pollen

it's so easy to slip down to the bottom, it's falling down towers and pillars and watching them crumble with every foot further you sink. it's the crash, your back hitting the cold floor as it all pummels down around you. and then you lay in the rubble, hoping to find yourself not smothered or crushed by the debris. the hard part is to build yourself back up again, stand and dust yourself off and pick up the first brick that feels like it weighs a ton in your hands. that's where Frank was, slowly gathering himself and his things after the crash of losing a lover. every step he takes upward he begins to slip and feel the stairs crack beneath his own weight. the bottom is dark, lonely and hopeless. it seems he'll never make it out again. then in comes Gerard: a homely store owner who seems to have all the right ropes to pull Frank out of it. he's never been scared of rope but it's as if Gerard is tugging him up all too fast, giving him the bends and strangling him with all the air he breathes back into him. it's terrifying, it's exhilarating, it's so good and so sickening all at the same time.

Fics like mud and pollen

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