I think we should get together now.. WLW ( strictly )

silent struggles

A/N: I think someone needs to stitch my hands shut because I cannot for the life of me go a day without writing 😪

Blair's Perspective:

The week had been a whirlwind for Blair. Returning to school, maintaining her grades, and keeping her relationship with Eleanor under wraps was more exhausting than she had anticipated. Each day was a careful balancing act, and she often felt like she was walking on a tightrope, one misstep away from everything unraveling.

Friday evening, Blair found herself at Eleanor's house again. It had become their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment or discovery. Eleanor had planned a quiet night in, hoping to give Blair some much-needed respite from the stresses of her daily life.

They settled on the couch with a movie playing in the background, the soft glow of the screen casting a comforting light across the room. Eleanor had made popcorn, and they sat close together, their hands occasionally brushing as they reached for the bowl.

But Blair's mind was far from the movie. The weight of everything she was carrying felt unbearable. She tried to focus on the familiar warmth of Eleanor's presence, but her thoughts kept spiraling, a storm of anxiety and confusion.

Eleanor noticed Blair's distraction. "Blair, is everything okay? You seem a little out of it."

Blair forced a smile, but it felt hollow. "I'm just tired. It's been a long week."

Eleanor's eyes softened with concern. "I know it has. But you don't have to keep everything inside. You can talk to me."

Blair nodded, but she couldn't find the words. The pressure in her chest was building, her breaths becoming shallow. She felt like she was drowning in her own thoughts, unable to break free.

Eleanor's Perspective:

Eleanor could see the signs of distress in Blair's eyes, the way her body tensed and her breathing quickened. She recognized the onset of a panic attack and felt a surge of protectiveness. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around Blair in a comforting embrace.

"Blair, just breathe. Focus on my voice. In and out, slowly," Eleanor said softly.

Blair tried to follow Eleanor's instructions, but her breaths were coming in rapid, uneven gasps. She clung to Eleanor, her fingers digging into her arm as if she were afraid to let go.

"I can't... I can't do this," Blair whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to be here. I don't want to be me anymore."

Eleanor's heart ached at Blair's words. She held her tighter, wishing she could take away the pain. "You're not alone, Blair. I'm right here with you. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

But Blair shook her head, her panic only intensifying. "I don't know why I feel like this. I just... I can't handle it."

Eleanor felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She wanted to help Blair, to understand what was causing her so much pain, but she knew that pushing her for answers wouldn't help.

"It's okay not to have all the answers," Eleanor said gently. "It's okay to feel lost sometimes. Just know that I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Blair buried her face in Eleanor's shoulder, her sobs wracking her body. She felt overwhelmed by a sense of hopelessness, a despair she couldn't explain. All she could do was hold on to Eleanor, the one stable thing in her life.

Blair's Perspective:

Blair felt a small measure of comfort in Eleanor's embrace, but the panic still gripped her tightly. She couldn't understand why she felt this way, why the weight of her emotions seemed so unbearable. She wanted to explain, to articulate her feelings, but the words wouldn't come.