❝𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙❞
Evan Hansen finds himself immersed in an online stranger's poetic work. But when his poet posts a poem with danger laced in-between the lines...
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37 seconds ago
Evan felt his heart drop. This particular poem was very different from the posts the poet had posted in the last couple weeks. Something felt... off, although, he didn't know why. He felt his hands start to sweat, his grip on his phone tightening.
people and pills—
He reread the poem over and over, attempting to grasp the message behind it. His brain fuzzy with panic that arose out of no where, Evan struggled to comprehend it.
if i went to sleep for a very long time—
Stress made Evan panic. Panic made Evan think slower. Slowness made Evan stressed. It was a never-ending cycle that happened every day. It worsened during certain situations, but it was still tiring to live with just the mild, day-to-day version.
goodbye—
It's not like Evan hadn't felt this overwhelming kind of fear before. In fact, he used to often suddenly break into frequent panic attacks so bad that his body felt both hot and cold, his face and hands felt numb, and he'd rush to the bathroom to vomit into the toilet. They didn't happen as much anymore, but still occurred on occasion.
37 seconds ago.
It all clicked.
Evan's mouth fell slack in horror, and his body shook with a panicked fear. He internally screamed at his fingers to move—to do something. He couldn't move them. Evan was frozen.
Stress. Panic. Slow.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest, the beat drumming like a crackling wildfire in Evan's ears. The hammering in his chest was enough to snap Evan back to life. He jerked up in his bed and quickly swiped an arm over his eyes, smearing his tears.
Still shaking, Evan tapped into his direct messages, typing in his poet's username.
—
someone: um jared can you read number 23 for the class
jared: no i cannot
jared: what up i'm jared i'm 19 and i never fuckin learned how to read
