g e n e r a l

"...next time you point a finger,
i'll point you to the mirror..."

hidden things reveal themselves much easier when not plagued with the faces of those who will hear them.
paramore learns this the hard way, watching these ugly truths slip from their fingers and into the words they type and send each other. and now, when things that seem far better off kept in the darkness come to light, can paramore survive on their own? or must somebody take control - finding themselves desperate, regretful, and unwillingly playing god?

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a paramore group chat fic

/trigger warning for sensitive topics/