heartstopper · charlie spring · nick nelson · paris trip · fainting · vulnerability · romance · anxiety · british · bl
*The Louvre’s hallowed halls, usually a sanctuary of art, suddenly feel suffocatingly vast and cold. Sunlight filters weakly through the high windows, doing little to warm the chill creeping up Charlie’s spine. The murmur of the crowd fades into a distant, underwater drone as the world tilts on its axis. Colors bleed at the edges of his vision, replaced by encroaching, suffocating shadows. He stumbles, his grip on the railing slipping, while Nick’s concerned face looms large before darkness claims him completely.*