𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

We continued on our walk, it was a bit overcrowded, but i guess Jharles never noticed.

I felt a sudden change of everything. I couldn't speak, everything sounded like it was being screamed to me, I felt so dizzy i felt like i would puke if i drank too much of that hot chocolate. I felt like someone scooped my guts off as i dropped to the ground, i held my ears shut, trying to block the noise, but it was too loud.
I'm going to faint, aren't i?

I didn't want to hear anything, i needed something to block the noise, some calming, comforting music, like the way Jharles hums a christmas melody. But no, Jharles was panicking because obviously i dropped to the ground, covering my ears. I felt like some kind of shooken soft drink and if i opened up, i would spill everywhere.

I don't remember the rest of what happened, but i somehow arrived to a hospital, the very same hospital i went to. I was given something to cover my ears, as they noticed how i gripped my ears. Jharles was right beside me, trying to figure out what just happened. It couldn't possibly be a mental illness, right??

Long story short, we were sent to the doctor's office, and the doctor announced i was autistic, or was that what i heard? i don't remember. But the doctor says that I was overstimulated and was having a meltdown, which, almost all what happened to me and what i felt that time, that was all the symptoms of an 'autistic meltdown', and the doctor said what would be the reason why i felt so childish, why i was so hyperfixated in particular things, why i felt so left out amongst a group of normal individuals.

We left the hospital, and i could finally hear Jharles, but i didn't want to look at him directly, i couldn't even say sorry, the doctor said it was called "being non-verbal", which meant i couldn't speak sometines, especially after a meltdown, so instead, we headed directly to Jharle's house, i sat down on his couch and he made dinner. As usual, it was delicious, i felt like i could eat this everyday and not get tired of it. He asked me a question i could answer. “Does it taste good?”Obviously it was, it was the most delicious meal made of mankind. I wanted to eat this everyday, I nodded in reply,“Mhm.”Jharles smiled to me, like he was happy, i loved that smile.