Her heart takes one final pound against her ribs. Her world suddenly goes black. She falls to the floor. No one sees.
Her heart begins to slow down. She passed out. She wakes up to the familiar sight of an empty room. No one was there. No one came to help her. No one cared.
Except Anxiety. Anxiety stayed right with her. And made sure she woke up just fine. How did she know that? She could feel it. In the small, hot, streams of salted fear that poured down her cheeks as she cradled her knees to her chest.
At least Anxiety stuck around, right? When no one else did.
An she fell deeper in love. With Anxiety.
