A/N: Ok. This is my fist Nate/Tess oneshot. Also my first angst. Yikes. I would like to dedicate this to D-R-O-W-N-I-N-S-E-Q-U-I-N-S. I hope that that's right sorry if its not. But seriously this chick is amazing at Tess angst and I won't even try to live up to her. Anyways I tried to do this. Truthfully I hate how it turned out. But my friend said it was good enough to post. Basically I just thought of objects and some how related them to Tess. Bleh. here we go.
Disclaimer- I own nothing but the plot and my Demi Lovato C.D that I have fallen in love with.
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Glass.
Throw it back and forth and it gets shaken.
Drop it too hard and it cracks.
Drop it a little harder and it breaks.
Throw it to the ground and it shatters into bits and pieces.
Wishing and waiting to picked up.
They never are.
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Wallpaper.
You love it for maybe a few years.
Chairs bump into it and crayons make it colorful.
Slowly the wallpaper begins to tear.
More chairs and more crayons come along.
Then the wallpaper starts to rip.
Finally the wallpaper is shredded and in little strips.
So you cover it with paint.
And the wallpaper is left forgotten.
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Sand.
So delicate and small.
Put a lot of it together and it looks strong.
It's not.
A slow brezze slowly passes by.
The sand is lifted off the ground.
Not for long.
But it is.
A stonger breeze.
Sand whirls around for a bit.
A gust.
Sand its stirred and mixed up.
Then a tornado hits.
And the sand can do nothing but hold on while its being thrown around like no-one cares.
No one does.
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Paper.
Flimsy.
Crumple it and it's all crinckled and cracked.
But still paper.
Tear it a bit and it make a horrid ripping noise.
But you rip it anyways.
You cut through it.
And its done for.
But you act like nothing happened.
But oh.
Something did.
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That was how tess's heart feels.
Shattered.
Shredded.
Thrown around.
Cut.
Her heart was broken, damnit.
And like all the objects.
No one fucking cared.
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Glue could fix all these things.
But Tess had never had glue.
Nate did.
Matter of fact he was the glue.
He picked up everything.
The shattered glass?
Glued.
Shredded wallpaper?
Glued.
Thrown around sand?
Glued.
Cut paper?
Glued.
Tess's heart?
In time with his.
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I have no idea what possessed me to do a Nate/Tess but I did. Im more of a Natilyn girl. But hey whatever. I'd be happy with reviews and critism. Thanks hope you enjoyed.
Cassie
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