Short angst
(Vent writing ) (if it's bad then sorry I'm doing it as I feel these emotions)
Warning : mentioned anxiety attack
Cross watched as Nightmare day by day started drifting away from him, interacting with him less and then blaming him for it, getting upset with him over the smallest things. It hurt deeply causing a blazing wound to his love everytime. Nothing seemed to change it and as the days turned into weeks it got worse and worse, he could deal with it all untill one day. Ice cold air buzzed around Cross swirling around any exposed bone as he sat outside a sweet little cafe sipping a warm cup of tea. The sunlight bounced off the nearby mirror casting a ray of light directly over people as they walked past. After a few moments of zoning out he noticed Nightmare across the road walking with someone. He paused sipping his tea placing it down as he recognised the other person, his high school bully who Nightmare specifically knows tried turning his old friends against him. Tears streamed down his face as he quickly got up and rushed away from the area, why was Nightmare with him? He feared Nightmare being turned against him , he feared losing Nightmare. Eventually with panicked steps and shaking hands he reached home and was able to make it inside, he rushed up upstairs to his room and sat in a corner not even bothering to get onto the beg and started violently sobbing his thoughts ran wild and his anxiety peaked, his throat felt tense as he tried calming himself down with breathing techniques but was unsuccessful as his thoughts consumed him and he had a full on anxiety attack. After a while he calmed down due to using up all his energy silent tears still falling. He knew he couldn't tell Nightmare how he felt in fear of being seen as controlling or overdramatic and pathetic. His heart broke at the thought of losing Nightmare...
