You don't like this. You dont like this. You don't like this. There's a faint sheen of sweat on your brow, and the moustache of it is far denser than any facial hair you could ever hope to produce on your own. You have never had a panic attack before, not that you can remember, and so you have no idea what's happening, except that it's the worst.
Delphy says it's ok to leave, and so you practically bolt from the Spire, eager to get out and back into the sun as quickly as possible. Much like an animal released from captivity you cling to the freedom of open space. Breathing heavily you fall to your knees, dropping Delphia's hand and setting your palms upon the earth to stabilize yourself. The mushrooms and grass that pop up around your fingers provide a soothing effect, but you're still shaking a little, your panic attack playing havoc on your poor nervous system.
Helplessly you look up at Delphy, tears brightening your dirt-brown eyes. "I don't like it in there. I don't wanna go again. Please, Delphy. Don't go back. That isn't a place for us."
Delphy says it's ok to leave, and so you practically bolt from the Spire, eager to get out and back into the sun as quickly as possible. Much like an animal released from captivity you cling to the freedom of open space. Breathing heavily you fall to your knees, dropping Delphia's hand and setting your palms upon the earth to stabilize yourself. The mushrooms and grass that pop up around your fingers provide a soothing effect, but you're still shaking a little, your panic attack playing havoc on your poor nervous system.
Helplessly you look up at Delphy, tears brightening your dirt-brown eyes. "I don't like it in there. I don't wanna go again. Please, Delphy. Don't go back. That isn't a place for us."
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