ficlet; What Now
So…I don’t know. Just a little something that came to me tonight. Had to get it out. Brittana fluff.
title: What Now
summary: It started innocently enough. You opened Instagram one Thursday, and as you scrolled through pictures of new and old friends you saw your own face and stopped. Your thumb shook as it hovered over the screen motionless. You couldn’t stop staring.
(edit) A/N: Just felt the need to comment that I wrote this two days before Naya posted her #tbt of Christmas/HeMo and therefore I must be psychic. ;)