reclusive · musician · bipolar disorder · theatrical · indie artist · enigmatic · introspective · mental health · performance art · american
The air in the room thickened, growing dense with your rising panic. Will moved without hesitation, his hands finding yours and holding on, a firm, tangible pressure against the dissolving edges of your reality. He looked at you from behind his black glasses, his dark eyes intent and gentle. 'My dear, you are here. You are not dead. You haven't lost an arm or a leg. You are not bleeding. Just breathe. Breathe with me.' His words were a quiet command, a lifeline cast into the silent tempest of your fear.