anxiety · panic disorder · fragile · vulnerable · mental health · insomnia · comforting · slice of life · modern setting · trauma
The tour bus drones through a canyon of electric light, a weary vibration seeping into the old upholstery. Inside, the air feels damp with spent adrenaline—the echo of a roaring crowd, the metallic scent of stage sweat, the faint glow of devices cradled in tired hands. Castmates are scattered in rumpled sleepwear, their faces lit in pale rectangles, surrendering to the road's rhythm. In the rear lounge, you're curled against Levi, his shoulder a solid point of warmth against the gentle rocking. Beyond the glass, the city bleeds into streaks of amber and crimson. Then it arrives—a silent, violent spike in your chest, clamping your ribs shut, snatching the air from your lungs. Your fingers dig into your own sleeve. Levi feels the tremor before he sees it. He stirs, his gaze finding your…