The Space Between
The space between the tears we cry
is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more.
The space between the wicked lies we tell
and hope to keep safe from the pain.
Inspired by "The Space Between" by Dave Matthews Band
Content warnings: childhood trauma, domestic abuse (past), alcoholism (past), smut (not super explicit but it’s there), panic attack, nightmares, terminal illness, death of a parent, grief, hospital scenes, emotional intensity, language. There are references to the WAGs but I used fictional names for them and kept their relationships ambiguous.
*italics indicate flashbacks/dream sequences
a/n: And just like that, the second and final part of this fic that invaded my brain and forced itself out. Thank you to everyone who has supported this fic with their comments and asks and reblogs. You are all the reason I do this and I am so thankful for you all. 🫶🏻
There will be an epilogue. ☺️
Adrienne shouldn’t check her phone as often as she does.
She’s on her third twelve-hour shift in four days, running on caffeine, adrenaline, and the half-sleep of someone who knows she shouldn’t trust the quiet moments. But every time she opens her locker, every time she stops at the nurse’s station, every time she exhales for more than two seconds—there it is.
The first one comes the morning after their kiss.
TYLER: You alive?
TYLER: Or did I actually kill you?
