Antagonists

[5]

☆A Z O R A☆

He did it, again.

He cheated on my mom, for the fifth time.

I thought he changed. I thought he would be a better person.

Suddenly, I feel my throat closing up, and my lungs tightening.

No.

Please, God. Not right now.

Ezra approaches me and sits down infront of me.

I start shaking.

"Azora? Fuck, you're having a panic attack." He says.

I can't breathe.

He cups my cheek and tilts my head up. "Hey, love. Listen to me, okay? Breathe, in and out."

"I- I c- can't." I choke out, tears pooling out of my eyes.

"You're okay. You're good. You're not alone, you're with me. I'm here." He rants.

I grip his shirt, trying to calm down.

He pulls me closer to him, running his hand through my hair.

I feel like someone is squeezing my throat.

"Tell me about that book you read?" He says, wiping away my tears.

"A girl and a- a guy. They.."

I try thinking.

"They meet on a bridge...and- and then everyday..at the bridge, they m-meet up and talk for hours for a year.. One day, the girl doesn't show up, and- and she's doesn't come back."

"Yeah, and then what happened?" He asks, pulling me on his lap.

I lay my head on his chest, breathing.

"Ever since that day, the guy went to the bridge everyday for 2 years. One day, he finds the girl back at the bridge. The girl ended up getting cancer then so she decided to stop talking to him. They stay together, until the girl died."

He doesn't say anything, except for running his hand down my back.

"Are you better?" He asks.

I nod. "Thank you."

"Shh. Don't thank me." He says.

We stay in the same position, until I hear someone calling my name.

Its dad.

I hear leaves rustling and hear footsteps.

"Azora! There you are." Dad says.

I bury my face in Ezra's neck. "Tell him to go away." I mumble.

He squeezes my hips.

"Get the fuck out." He snaps.

"Ezra-"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." He says.

Dad sighs and I hear his footsteps leave.

"Thank-"

"Shut up."

"How did you know what to do?" I ask.

I feel him smile. "I remember when you had panic attacks when we were kids. I used to ask you to tell me about your books and you'd be fine after that."

"How do you remember that?" I ask.

He shrugs. "No idea."

This time, I hear Nio shouting my name.