A strong gust of wind blew the dark coloured hair into my face, creating a shield for a brief moment from the harsh world I was unfortunately surrounded by.
The breath that escaped my mouth was an indication into how cold the air was, with it turning into icy fog before dissipating from my vision. Goosebumps arose on my delicate pale skin, I pulled my coat tighter, trying to protect myself once more from the world around me.
The anxiety that constantly consumes my being was a lot stronger at this moment. Breathing, it was difficult. Shaking, it was unstoppable. The beating of my heart, it was unsteady. I couldn't control the intensity of the emotions that had overcome me. The blood pulsing through my veins was not slowing down. No matter how many times I breathed deeply or closed my eyes, nothing differed. Everything was staying the same, leaving me to suffer.
The wind hadn't stopped, it only seemed to pick its pace up and double in strength. The cloud cover began to thicken and soon enough it was raining. Plummeting down on me as I strolled, defeated, awaiting my safety. I longed for a sense of comfort; someone to hold me while I closed my eyes, someone to whisper encouraging sentences as I breathed deeply or someone to remain at my side as I cried. However, no matter how much I craved this desire it was never granted.
I was only ever granted a small piece of safety. Somewhere enclosed but still open to the world. Somewhere that allowed me to watch the world around me without having to be physically amongst it. That safety had been taken away from me now, and as I sat helplessly and hopelessly in front of the once gorgeous glass greenhouse, I was shattered, much like it.
With the vision of my piece of safety from the world shattered and demolished on the ground, my sense for hope was plummeting towards the earth much like it had. For the place I loved and found comfort in, was now torn away and I was left alone. Struggling to breathe, shaking with a heartbeat so erratic I thought I would become much more like the greenhouse. Broken on the ground, lifeless.
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