Nathan's heart was racing; his head completely filled with thoughts that have plagued him for so long, he couldn't even remember when they all started. Something that has been terrorizing him and not letting him breathe, even for a fraction of a minute.
Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me down, those stairs is where I'll be hiding all my problems.
Shaky hands firmly grabbing onto the handrails of the staircase leading to the boys' dormitory. His breathing became more sporatic as he tried to take slow, deep breaths. The stairs being the only witness to how pitiful he felt. Quiet whispers invading his head in repetition, causing him to murmur aloud.
I wanted to be a better brother, better son,
wanted to be a better adversary to the evil I have done.
Forcing his legs to move, he fumbled up the stairs and grasping the doorknob into the hallway. He wanted to run away from the thoughts that were chasing him relentlessly but his own body was working against him. However, he was fortunate that it was way past the curfew that all the guys were asleep, not roaming about to catch him in this mess he has acquired over time.
Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me out.
Turning left at the intersection of the hallway, he let himself lean heavily against the wall for some kind of support until he finally made it to his room. Faded blue eyes scanning his door before opening it slowly and sauntering inside. His head was once again consuming him with thoughts, pulling his entire universe down and causing him to trip as he got inside his room.
I have none to show to the one I love,
but deny, deny, denial.
Sitting on the floor as an ultimate sign of defeat of his fall, his hand reaches for his pocket and fumbles for his cellphone; alerting him of missed messages. "Max..." he whispered into the nothingness of his room, his lips curving into a frown once that name's warmness left his mouth. She was worried, she knew that he wasn't himself when they were together earlier that day. Nathan started pressing in a reply, telling her that he's so sorry for how he reacted, taking back everything that caused her harm.
You know where I'm coming,
from though I am running,
to you.
Eight minutes was all it took for him to hear a soft knock at his door and hearing a voice of comfort; his comfort, his stability. "Nathan..." Warmth covered his body as she moved down to his level, wrapping those inviting arms around his torso. He found himself leaning into that wonderful heat, finding her presence automatically lighting up his life once more. Max was a bright light in the darkness of his current mindset.
I wanted to be a better brother, better son...
Fingers tangled into his slicked-back hair as she held him closer, letting him speak and being there to comfort the forlorn Prescott. This was what he needed, she was what he needed. Nathan was never good at words, but his vulnerability to her spoke millions. Stinging eyes closed tight as his face buried into her shoulder as they sat in silence in the darkness, though generating renewed light just from their bond.