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☆Y/N POV☆
Trevor sat next to me, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, trying to calm me down. I'm prone to anxiety attacks, and I appreciate Trevor always being there for me. He drops everything for me, no matter what.
"Are you okay, my love?" Trevor asks quietly once he notices my breathing get back to normal. I nod slowly, getting a little grumpy at how weak I felt.
"Yeah," I grumbled, leaning into Trevor's touch. He ran his hand through my hair, caressing me softly as if I were going to shatter at any second.
I heard sniffles that weren't mine, causing me to look up to see Trevor with tears streaming down his face. I frowned at the sight, immediately wiping them away.
"I'm sorry, I just hate seeing you get anxiety attacks. You don't deserve to go through it," Trevor said, letting me hold his face in mine.
"I'm sorry you have to watch me. I appreciate you always being here for me, Trevor. Don't cry, I love you."
"I love you so much," Trevor said with a soft, sad smile and kissed me.
