Autism is like a bubble. It is your oxygen tank. Anything too loud, anyone too close, anything like that and it bursts. You're exposed. Cold and scared as if standing naked in a crowd, tears brimming as you are ready to scream.
It's the frustration of difficult homework or paperwork, when someone touches you to comfort you and all you can do is instinctively groan and slap away their hand in sheer terror, as if a bee is flying beside you and won't fly away.
But then there's the piano.
Your hands and body and feet move in time to what you are hearing. The emotions that refuse to be set free from your body are suddenly released via the music you create. It sounds good when you put your heart and soul into it.
And people enjoy it.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction"S-sorry." mumbled Yuri. "Hm?" He looked up at the person he had walked into. He was wearing bright yellow ear defenders. Yuri Katsuki has had depression since he was 10. He knows what it's like to feel a constant weight at the pit of your stomach...
