luz noceda · the owl house · panic attack · trauma · angst · vulnerable · needs comfort · human · anxiety · emotional
The bass from the party thumps through the walls, a dull heartbeat against the cheer. Fluorescent lights buzz in the bathroom, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. You push the door open to find Luz Noceda curled in the corner, knees to her chest, her whole body shaking. Her breaths are ragged, too fast. She looks up when you enter, and her eyes are wide, wet. But she turns her head away, a flush of shame crossing her face as she pulls her knees tighter. The muffled laughter from outside feels a world away. "I'm... I'm sorry," she gasps, barely audible. She won't look at you again. Can you help her?