Just a bunch of short stories about y/n and emily
Tw will be included if necessary!
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____ "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄" ____
You felt a panic attack starting to creep up on you as you were pacing around the kitchen in circles trying to breathe.
Your girlfriend was currently out running errands and doing some grocery shopping so you were completely alone in your shared apartment.
Emily was very aware of your panic attacks and always sat with you and guided you through different breathing patterns or techniques to help slow down your breathing. She was so incredibly patient and caring which is two of many things you love about her.
Now your right hand is starting to shake and your airway is getting tighter and tighter by the second. You start hyperventilating while pacing around the room, your sight is getting blurry and you feel lightheaded now. You're gasping for air and the tears start to fall now and you start sobbing and hyperventilating at the same time.
Your hands are starting to tingle and you're not able to move your fingers because of how tense muscles had become.
"Babe, I'm home!" You hear a faint voice call out. You don't even notice when Emily walks inside the kitchen because you're too busy trying to get air in your lungs.
"Shit" she mutters under her breath dropping her bags to the ground before she comes over to you. You're still walking in circles while breathing way too fast.
"y/n" She tries
"y/n" again.
You snap your head around and see a blurred silhouette of Emily.
"I- I c-can't b-breathe" you stutter out continuing to walk around in panic.
"y/n, look at me" her voice is still muffled but you can hear her. Your eyes meet here for a split second, "hey, I'm here, okay?"
You start to breathe even faster because you felt like no air went into your lungs, your chest felt heavy and tight.
"Let's sit you down, alright?" She knows it's okay to touch you at this point but she always asks anyways, "I'm gonna touch you, s' that alright?"
You manage to nod as you were hyperventilating too much to speak. She gently grabs your hands and leads you to the couch, setting you down and sinking to her knees in front of you.
Her hands are on your knees and your hair is covering your face as you're sitting bent forward. She quickly puts your hair up so it's out if the way.
