꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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—Enough!
Hana awoke with a start, her throat aching and gasping for breath. Her mouth felt extremely dry, and she felt terribly nauseous. Her cheeks were moist, and her heart was beating so fast in her chest that it was painful. The hand she had unconsciously held out to her trembled in front of her wide eyes, and it took her long seconds to realize that she was in her room, in her bed, and that nothing she had just experienced was real.
It was just a nightmare, a bad memory from the past. Nothing more.
Her hand fell limply back on the covers, and the young woman forced herself to take long breaths to calm herself. Her whole body was boiling, but the chills that ran through her body made her feel cold. Every palpitation of her heart hurt horribly. So bad that even breathing became painful. So bad that she would have given anything for it to stop. Right here, right now.
The marble rose to her throat, and for a moment, Hana thought she was going to vomit. She jumped to her feet, her vision blurred. Stars appeared in front of her eyes, and she staggered before finally managing to brace herself against her bedside table. She heard her lamp clatter to the floor, but paid it no mind, rushing as fast as she could into her bathroom.
Hana turned on the tap and splashed fresh water on her face. Once. Twice. It wasn't enough to wash away her anxiety. So she got rid of her clothes and turned on the shower. Exhausted, she slid against the wall and sat down on the icy tiles. The freezing water burned her skin for long seconds before warming up enough to create a thick mist, similar to the fog in her head.
Hana had lost count of the number of times she'd woken up in a panic after a bad dream. It happened all the time. Rarely so violent. But always so unbearable.
How she hated it when her mind decided to make her relive those moments she would have preferred to forget. Hana hated reliving these memories of the past, seeing the little girl she once was helplessly enduring the expectations placed on her. The pressure was far too intense for someone as fragile as a child.
And even with all her hindsight, even knowing that nothing like that could ever happen to her again, the feeling of not knowing how to breathe when she returned to those memories of yesteryear hadn't gone away.
Her fear was irrational, as was her feeling of going mad with every anxiety attack. But there was nothing she could do, except pray that the awful feeling would pass as soon as possible.
Feeling that her nausea had subsided slightly, Hana turned off the water and painfully extricated herself from the shower cubicle. She didn't even have time to dry off properly when she heard her grandmother shouting from the first floor that she was late. Very late.
As soon as she had buttoned up her blouse, Hana rushed downstairs. Her school bag in one hand, her uniform jacket in the other, the young woman didn't even bother to pack a snack when she found herself already in the driveway of her house, running breathlessly towards her bus stop.
