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Panic. (Fluff/Angst)

Haha major TW! Description of panic attracts, scratching,forms of self harm, and hair pulling!

Anxiety attacks. Something dream is extremely prone too.

Dream was extremely known to these attacks, tied to them unable to know how to stop them. It's scary.

Knowing you could die from your own sufferable loneliness. Suffocation isn't a good way to go out.

The endless feeling of your lungs closing, not feeling the tears, the endless heavy breathes that seem to get harder and harder to inhale as it goes on and on...
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Such as now.
Poor boy was sitting on the bathroom floor, scared. Said lover was not there, nor did Wilbur know about the panic attacks.

They seemed to happen frequently too.

He thought about what Wilbur would think.

Would he think he's pathetic? A grown man who has gone to war, crying on the floor not being able to breathe. Sounds pretty pathetic to him.

Normally he'd deal with this himself, with sharp things, fortunately, there was nothing around for him to make more scars with.
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He scratched at his wrists and neck trying to distract himself from the panic he felt.

The heavy inhales soon forced him to pass out. He was on the floor, his face was stained from tears, his hair was a mess from him pulling at it. There were scratch marks on his wrists and neck, he looked absolutely horrendous.

° • ° • Time skip brought to you by my unbearable sadness ° • ° •

It was around 11:37pm, Wilbur was just getting home from helping Tommy and his other friends with a build. The distance from here to his house wasn't too far away...if he walked, which he had to do, he could be home at around 12:10am. He wondered about dream, wondering if he was alright.

He noticed he's been off lately, everytime he's asked about it Dream wouldn't tell him anything. Wilbur often thought that it was his fault, that maybe he wasn't as trust-able as he thought...He loved Dream to death, he really did, but sometimes he wonders,

'Does Dream know that?'

°•°•°•°•Time skip brought to you by Renga 🛹🌸°•°•°•°•

Wilbur finally walked in the door at precisely 12:15am. 'Close enough' Wilbur thought carelessly. He walked through the tiny-ish house looking for dream. After a couple minutes he decided to yell his name, "Hey, Dream? Dream!" He was getting kinda scared. 'maybe he's out somewhere?' He hoped.

Dream heard Wilbur, he was just too scared to answer him, or he couldn't bring himself to answer him, especially not with how he looked right than and there. He looked horrible! His hair was such a mess, he had bright red scratch marks on his neck, and bloody scratch marks on his arms.

He didn't know what to do, so instead he stayed there and just waited for Wilbur to either go to bed or go out again, not wanting to worry him...

Sooner or later Wilbur gave up on trying to find him, he just thought maybe he was out somewhere. Hoping that maybe he was just out somewhere...