"woah hansen, breathe." evan struggled for air, attempting to focus only on what the boy knelt in front of him was saying. he let out a strangled sob and his eyes clouded with tears, he could no longer see connor but he could feel the boys grip wrapped around his forearms. he channelled all his thoughts to that contact between him and connor, and began to find a steady breathing pattern to follow. deep breath in, 1-2-3-4, and out, 1-2-3-4. 'don't pass out, evan, don't pass out', he told himself. in, 1-2-3-4, out, 1-2-3-4. and before long, he was back, connor searching his eyes for some kind of sign that the attack was over, his face etched with concern. "that's it, just breathe." - lowercase intended. read the first chapter for triggers and other notes💗

"you've been an asshole to me since i was eleven, and you expect me to forgive you because you bought me froyo a couple of times?" {started 3/5/18 finished 2/9/18}