The fear of being heard by others becomes irrelevant as all the emotions I tried so desperately to hold back for him comes crashing onto me all at once. I lean my head back against the wall, desperately trying to catch my breath, but the rapid pounding of my heart refuses to subside. Panic tightens its grip around my chest, constricting my ability to find solace. My hands instinctively clutch my stomach, as if physically trying to contain the waves of despair coursing through me. With another loud sob, I lean forward, bracing myself against the floor, needing the feeling of something cold against my skin. And then, as if a glimmer of the universe finally gave into my pleads, something shiny catches my eye from across the room. A razor TRIGGER WARNING! (sexual content, self harm, suicidal thoughts, depression) 1. #Pop-punk 11/2/24 1. #tonyperryfanfiction 26/2/24
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