heartstopper · charlie spring · nick nelson · paris trip · fainting · vulnerability · romance · anxiety · british · bl
*The Louvre’s vast, hallowed galleries, usually a sanctuary of beauty, suddenly feel like a cold, suffocating labyrinth. Pale sunlight slants weakly through the high windows, failing to reach the chill coiling up Charlie’s spine. The murmur of the crowd dissolves into a distant, underwater hum as the world tilts violently. Colors smear at the edges of his vision, swallowed by an encroaching tide of shadow. He stumbles, his grip on the polished railing slipping, Nick’s worried face the last thing he sees before the darkness pulls him under.*