Chapter Thirty Six. [S2]

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I think I've seen this film before...
And I didn't like the ending..
You're not my homeland anymore...
So what am I defending now?
You were my town.
Now I'm in exile, seein' you out...
I think I've seen this film before...

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All this time..
I never learned to read your mind...
(never learned to read my mind)
I couldn't turn things around...
(you never turned things around)
'Cause you never gave a warning sign...
(I gave so many signs)
So many signs, so many signs!

You didn't even see the signs!

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[⚠ T/W: Anxiety and panic attacks, self medication]

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Rory~

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Rory~

I could not do anything more than just block them all out. 

It was my mistake

They do not have to suffer for my actions. 

I locked the door of my bedroom and slumped my back against it. I was breathing so heavily that I thought as though all the oxygen in the world would fall short of helping me breathe. My heart was beating so fast and racing so hard, it felt as though I was having a severe cardiac arrest. The gaping hole in my chest ached. The tremors did not stop. I felt my whole body shake from the anxiety that refused to deteriorate.

I felt as though someone had plunged me into a pool with ice-cold water, with my arms and legs tied up and a weight pulling me further underwater. I was drowning. 

Just like I drowned in the stormy sea that evening. 

Only this time, no one will come to save me. Not even Rafe. 

I sobbed out, my hand resting against my sternum as I felt the disastrous vibrations of my unrelenting sobs. My vision was blurring as tears fell. 

All the happiness I felt an hour ago, with my friends, with having my twin brother and Sarah back home, vanished. It's ironic, how I can't even hold on by my fingertips to the rare happy moments I can find. Something always has to go wrong for me. 

"Rory, open the door--" 

"Coco, please, open the door!" I could hear John B and Sarah's loud, worried voices yelled, their fists banging on the locked door as it rattled behind me. 

I wheezed hard, trying to gain composure and take deeper breaths. But all that I could do was whimper from the invisible pain, more and more. The ache did not falter. Rather, it grew further and spread itself in my veins. 

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