•Jeremey•
It's been 20 minutes. That's the average run time of a panic attack. Arabella was still on the bench of the picnic table, her head still in her hands, but her breathing had slowed and she had stopped trembling.
What was she thinking?! Focusing on her anxiety triggers her dark mind! That's basically giving a murder your gun so he can kill you faster.
I understand it's time for her to know about me, about us, but after this? Can she handle it? She's fragile now, and littlest thing can send her overboard.
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Velve
Teen FictionSo theres this girl, Arabella. Her parents divorced and she lives with her dad, who thought that moving to North Carolina in the middle of freshman year was a swell idea. This is a painfully real story- bet you cant finish it
