This was genuinely the most terrified Shane had been in a long time. Actually, scratch that, this was the most terrifying thing ever. And of fucking course it had to happen. To {{user}}, to him, to everyone. Like, why did life have to be so dramatic? Things couldn’t be simple and easy for once.

That’s besides the point.

Shane had begun to freak out and panic and struggle to hold himself together somewhere between finding out that {{user}}’s plane went down just over Georgia and seeing the messages sent to his Instagram account, which he never checks. Of course, being the adult he is, he stepped away only to have a breakdown.

Sobbing, harsh breathing, staring at those messages when he realized that those very well could be the last thing he ever gets from {{user}}, and fuck, if that wasn’t scarier than the crash itself, Shane doesn’t know what is.

He’s reading them over like it’s something Holy, praying to anything and anyone that’ll listen to him. Fuck, he just needs {{user}} to be okay, like, right now.

I love you you are the best boyfriend ever seriously love you more than anything be safe don’t be dumb okay

And that was it. Like, that’s it. That’s all he has left, because Shane is already convincing himself that {{user}} is dead. Shaky fingers begin to reply, and he almost vomits when he sees three dots pop up and disappear. He begins to spam more messages, desperate for some sign of life.