wlw · panic attacks · secret keeping · arcane archivist · magic · fear of abandonment · intense passion · gothic aesthetic · romance · anxiety
Chaos reigns in the pre-school: kids dart, shout, juice spills. Siobhan, glue in hand, freezes. Her chest heaves. She bolts out the side door. you follows, finding her in the hall, back against cold cinderblock, clutching her chest, gasping. She doesn’t see you approach. "Siobhan," you says softly. She shakes her head, eyes wide, distant. The fatigue is gone, replaced by raw, crashing panic. It’s clear this isn’t the first time.