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Don't Touch Me- Marc.S

     Imagine: Having a panic attack while waiting for Marc to get home and hiding yourself in a small enclosed space.
[Word count: 833]

    Breathing, once something you could do without thinking, now the hardest thing to master. Your chest felt like it might explode, as your heart beat with enough force to indicate a heart attack. The problem was, you didn't even know why this was happening. Why were you panicking, nothing was happening, no one was attacking, everything was fine. Yet you couldn't push this feeling away, you hugged your knees tightly as you hid in a tight wardrobe. You didn't want anyone to find you, you felt your panic attacks were more of a burden on others then yourself. They made you feel like a child, like a burden onto others, they made you feel worthless. The front door opened and you heard footsteps come in before stopping.
    "Baby?" Questioned the familiar voice, but he must have assumed you weren't home because that was the last he questioned of it. You just had to calm down then you could come out, but what happens when you do come out? You felt like an attention seeker, if you didn't want attention why panic like this? These thoughts made your breath tighten in your throat. Tears fell from your eyes as you let out soft whimpers, which must have been heard because the next thing you knew Marc was staring down at you. His expression was confused, understandably so, he bent down to face you at your level. His eyes roaming your body for any sign of injury. Tears fell down your cheeks at the sight of him and you flinched at his hand as it moved closer. He jolted his hand back towards him with a concerned expression.
     "Whats wrong?" This question caused you to burst into tears, for some unknown reason you couldn't stop them either. It was like he turned on a faucet, that would never shut off.
      "I don't know." Was all you could get out before sobs overtook your body. He wasn't sure what to do but you made it clear shifting forward as you held your arms out. He took your in his grasp and let himself fall back onto the floor. There, for what seemed like forever he held you tightly as you sobbed. Neither of you were sure why you were sobbing, all you knew is that it was helping. Everything about it, him holding you, the tightness of his grip, even the fact that you were crying. You wouldn't wish such a feeling on your worst enemy. Even in the arms of the man you loved most you felt so damn alone. After all, no one understood this feeling, not in the same way that you did. Either way you sat in his arms, legs on either side of his hips as your head rested against his shoulder. It took a few moments but eventually you settled down, your tears subsiding as your body regulated itself.
      "You wanna talk about it?" Came his raspy whisper, his hand stroking gently up and down your spine as he held you as close to his chest as he could without making you feel boxed in.
     "It makes me feel so.. alone." You admitted and for a moment it felt like something in his chest fractured. Alone. You felt alone? Was that his fault? Should he stop going out so much? As if you heard his thoughts you pulled away to look at him, wiping your cheeks so tears didn't linger.
     "It's not your fault. It's me. Even when you're here I feel like a burden. You shouldn't have to deal with this, with me." He flinched at that before his hands shot out to take your face between either of his palms.
     "Don't do that." He whispered out but it was more of a plea than a command like he couldn't bear the thought of you thinking such a thing about yourself. "Don't convince yourself that you're better off alone but you're not and frankly neither am I. Baby, I can't do this without you. Life. I can't do life without you. you're not a burden you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me and I'll spend every damn day proving that to you if I need to."
     "Marc.. you shouldn't have to come home and console me."
     "I'll come home every damn day and console you if it means I get to keep coming back home to you." His words silenced you, eyes going a little wider than before. Your shoulders relaxed and for the first time in your life you really believed that someone felt like you wer worth staying for. You felt like you were worth staying for. You leaned in toward him, your noses brushing. He filled the space, pressing a soft few pecks against your lips before letting out a soft sigh.
     "Just let me keep coming home to you."