Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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Trigger Warning: Anxiety Attack
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Cold sweat. Fast heartbeat. Trembling hands. Twisted insides.
Can took a step back. Tin was glaring at him with eyes that were cold like ice, sending shivers down his spine.
Tin entered the elevator.
Can stepped back a little bit more until his back hit the corner of the elevator.
The elevator door closed and it was too late for Can to finally realize that he should've gone out of the elevator when Tin entered. He was too shocked to even think of that way out.
Why does he have to be in an elevator with Tin alone? It was the last thing he could expect to happen. It never even occurred to him that they would have to stand too close to each other like this again.
It was the most dreadful incident for Can. Being with Tin inside this box of an elevator felt like hell. He was standing beside the monster himself. The elevator ride was the very worst, feeling like it was the slowest ride he ever had in his life.
Silence. It was the loudest silence he had ever heard. A moment like this was what he was trying his best to avoid.
Just when it seemed like he was already getting his life back together, he would encounter again the very same man who broke him first. It was the worst plot twist of all.
Gone were the butterflies he felt in his stomach when they were still in college, it was replaced by parasitic insects flying inside him, they were slowly eating him from the inside.
Gone were the fast heartbeats and red cheeks he had when Tin was around, it was replaced by explosive heartbeats caused by fear of Tin.
Gone were the flashy smiles plastered on his face when he saw Tin walking towards him, it was replaced by trembling lips because of an anxiety attack.
Gone were the shaking hands when Tin was holding him, it was replaced by quivering hands because of their distance right now.
And gone were the good feelings he felt whenever he was with Tin, it was replaced by unpleasant thoughts running inside his head as he stood on the same ground as Tin.
He was facing Tin's broad back.
And it was a very painful sight.
Every second felt too long.
He moved his eyes to look at anywhere else except the man standing in front of him.
"Think of anything else, Can," he talked inside his head.
"Ley, think of Ley," he continued to relax himself.
"Breath," he repeated that word like it was the most unnatural thing he had ever done in his life, counting his breathing.
