There was a brief moment in time when he wondered if he should help her.
She desperately needed it, even if she refused with every fiber in her being.
She didn't have to say anything for him to know.
The alarms blaring behind her wide-eyed gaze and the thin sheen of sweat covering her pale brow were only a few of the factors exposing the full extent of her distress.
And yet, everything in her tiny body bristled, rejecting even the slightest thought of asking for or accepting it.
Help was the worst thing anyone could offer her.
It was as if she'd erected a forcefield around herself, keeping her emotions coiled around her and making sure everyone else stayed out.
So... would the price be enough to cover the risk he'd be taking?
If he chose to commit the deed,
She would break.
There was no doubt about it.
The moment already so clear in his head; her eyes drowning in a sea of warring emotions, her lips moving soundlessly as she collapsed into herself before imploding into a magnificent array of brightly colored flames.
He licked his suddenly dry lips, remembering where he was.
He wasn't sure he wanted to bring it all to an end in a quick moment of self-satisfaction.
Which meant he would have to control the shaking in his hands and the slight breathless sound of his voice.
So as not to frighten her.
But watching the trembling in her impossibly long lashes, the way her cheeks bloomed like two bright red roses as she struggled to hide her discomfort...
Oh...
If he focused hard enough, he could even see the flush of pink brightening the back of her long slender neck underneath all those annoyingly thick layers of clothes.
He didn't want to frighten her...
But he also couldn't help himself.
He wanted more.
More of her teary eyes,
More of her scalding red cheeks,
More of those short puffs of air that exploded out of her trembling, pale lips at the alarming rate of 50 per minute.
And even that wasn't enough.
He found himself inching closer- hands clenched, nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms as he waited with bated breath for her to succumb to the overwhelming anxiety assaulting her.
He wanted-
No,
He needed to see it.
The moment when her body finally succumbed.
She was just so... beautiful, he thought, his gaze riveted to her tiny trembling form.
From the way her back and chest rattled, on the verge of breaking from every violent breath that burst out of her, to the way her deathly pale hands unfurled around the crumpled bills she presented to the clueless clerk before her-
Everything about her rendered him absolutely dumb-struck.
God, he could feel the fear just emanating off her!
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Storie d'amore"Loneliness can be a very dangerous thing," For Luciel Keating, anxiety disorders are the norm- From agoraphobia to straight up anthropohobia and everything else in between, she's done and experienced it all. She's lived and struggled with these cu...
