that leaving wasn’t easing all the heaving in my vines | Not Rated | 7k | lenastardust
The walls were cold. They were blank and hollow, mocking. No picture frames. No posters. Not even an added shelf. They were white, bright, and devoid of life. They were exactly what he needed. No proof of life. No proof of things he didn’t deserve, of love he didn’t deserve. Here he was Evan Buckley, a man with nothing and who was tired of trying to force himself into a life he didn’t fit in. or Buck moves out and struggles.
This fic is for anyone who wanted Buck’s emotional rock bottom arc in season 8 to be just a little bit more intense














