The Windborn boy ─ Venti x reader ✔

45.

"Mom—" you woke up, shouting for your mother. Reaching into the empty darkness with your sour throat. Your eyes were wide as your heart raged blindly and violently in your chest. There was something, with the dread and dizziness in your muscles and mind.

The panic wasn't illusional.

It was real.

You woke up with cheeks soaked in cold water, and salty. Your hands were shaking as you reached up to your face. A tear-stained face.

Your pillow was a drenched sponge of your fled chaotic state. The emptiness settled and everything was quiet. There was only the faint breathing you had left, it gave you anxiety, and the coldness once caused by fear was replaced by warmth. A void. A hatred and you despised it.

No birds chirped, only the darkness and the faint illuminating shine of the moon. Loathing was one way to describe it. The warmth of your hatred, disposing the silence that drove you to the edge was akin to a warm hug. A warm hug you wanted from your mother. Something you'd always found yourself in when you were desperately put down by the world.

You were shaking and sobbing, trying to hold a of choking on the miserable air. Nothing was out there, but it sounded so loud. Why did it have to be this way?

Suddenly it knocked at the door. The sound left you shivering. A bare cracked yes left you with struggle. A person came and emerged from the shadows. The silhouette was blonde, a frowning expression accompanying her face.

The darkness hid half of her face, but the illuminating shine of the moon was enough to give you a sight of her faze. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion, her lips departed to say something. Silent filled the room, she didn't add anything. Lumine didn't attempt to say something, instead, her hand caressed your shoulder.

She looked at you with concern underlining her tone. You were in no mood to talk, there were enough reasons not to. You bit on your cheek as you sensed another sniffle come up. Your gaze lowered while you hid with a hand over your mouth. "Is everything alright? Like are you okay?" Lumine asked while placing a hand on her chest as her gaze on you deepened. Your breath felt difficult to control on its own until you got a hold of your regular breathing.

"Lumine it's you.." you sighed, feeling a stone tumble from your guarded heart. Your heavy breathing slowly grew more quiet. The panic faded, and calmness reached the shore of your heart. Your eyes drew towards her golden ones. So warm and comforting like the sun.

"I was.. wondering are you okay? I suddenly heard you having a panic attack." She sat down, embracing your hand as hers was placed on top of yours. The coldness that had taken over vanished with the warmth she brought to you.

You sighed, looking at her. The truth for her would be the last you could talk about.

To say it out loud, that is what makes people stronger, what makes it easier.

If only it wasn't this hard, to bring the words into a physical form. Once the vocals were used, it would only get easier. Right?

"I— You remember about my mom getting better?" there was uncertainty staying close behind.

"Yes?" she replied, a questioning tone attached to her head tilt.
She frowned at you, her curiosity wasn't extinguished at all.

"I lied," the words barely left your throat. They were stuck and complicated to spin a vocal on them. You took a deep exhale, of desperation, sadness, and emptiness. "She's getting worse and I didn't talk about it because I thought it would ruin the moment and drag the mood down. And I've been panicking and feeling utterly shit about it because I can't help her at all."