"i'm here for you" he's tone was so calm and welcoming but the voices hooting in my head and the sound of my heart racing was driving me nuts. I tried using my hands to stop the noises but it only got worst, flashbacks of the crazy incident i'd victimized some minutes ago rudely came in even after i'd begged it not to "stopppp!" i screamed in tears, i'd never shown anyone my weakest point but i had no choice, i felt i was too sad to cry but like i said, i had no fucking choice "calm down, youre safe now" he said bringing me into his arms, my head layed on his broad chest and his strong arms covered me, he brought out a clothing that looked like his and covered my torn dress, i wasnt sure if it was his though i couldnt see amidst the cloud of tears. I felt safe in this position he's arms around me made me feel safe, but why? I knew nothing about him except he'd saved me but it felt so right being in his arms not considering the fact he was a stranger. Did it feel right because i was at my weakest and full of vulnerability or did it feel right because it was meant to be? Either ways i didnt give a fuck right now because i needed a shoulder to cry on