Ms Venable and Dc Staple take interest in OFC. It's situated at the mental facility in "Glass" and run by Dr Ellie Staple.
Multiple Sarah Paulson characters, cross over.
This is the end of the first fanfic I've wrighteen, I know it isn't the best but I want to thank all of your support and I had some fun writing it, so I hope you enjoy
I could still feel her lips on mine. The feeling was intoxicating. The pulse rising, the heart beat increasing like crazy and the feeling of blood running in my cheeks making my face feel warm. But it is more than that. It's all of the nerves in your brain lighting up at the same time. Everything is happening, all at once, and yet you'vê never felt more in the moment.
I was... happy
I often say that my anxiety has turned my life into a roller coaster. Even if nothing's happening, there are still ups and downs. These days the ups have been fewer and the downs go so low that I think that I'm just free falling. Right now, it was the opposite. I way so high I could feel the immense calm and serenity of space.
I just wished her hair was down so that I could run my fingers through it. Her fiery beautiful red hair. And her strong, firm but gentle grip on my lower back. In my dreams, when I play that moment over and over again in my head, her hair was down. It was silky smooth and it smelled like lavender just like her perfume.
A loud sound woke me from my deep sleep and reality ran me over like a truck. Ellie, the person who has been there for me in every way for the last five years is back at home and here I am dreaming about the kiss I had with someone else. I could feel it building up. All of the shame and self hate that I probably deserved this time. I raised my knees to my chest and hid my face in my palms.
"I'm such a piece of shit..."
I stayed like that for a few seconds trying to calm down. Trying to think clearly. I was always fast at making decisions, deciding the pros and cons but now I couldn't even control my breathing.
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My heart was racing but not like before. Like it was fighting my way out of my chest, painfully, because I didn't deserve to have it since I didn't know how to use it. I didn't deserve this. I fucked up. I didn't deserve to have pity on myself but I couldn't help the stream of tears running down my face. My whimpers filled the room. I was just happy Kurt left, I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want anyone to see me like this.
I could just hope that the tears would wash away all of the mess in my head and that I could actually think afterwards. I remembered what Ellie used to do when I had anxiety attacks. How she would run her fingers up and down my spine and hold me close enough so that I feel safe but not enough to feel suffocated. How she would whisper sweet nothings to my ear, making it feel like this was one of the most normal things ever. She never made me feel ashamed for having feelings. Even when those feelings made me hyperventilate.
