they were right - dylmas

The Attack

dylan pov

I wasn't sure what to think. I had said I loved Thomas, but did I? These guilty feelings were churning inside of me. I began to have reoccurring anxiety attacks.

thomas pov

After that night with Dylan he started to ignore me. We had confessed our love, yet he wouldn't even in look at me in the hallway.

Something seemed seriously wrong so I took the chance to confront him. I needed clarity.

I saw him sitting at a table alone in the hotel lobby. His head was down, and he sat there with a dead gaze.

"Hey Dyl? H-how are you?" He didn't say anything. I sat down in the chair next to him. I reached out for his hand, laying on the table. He looked at me like he was gonna cry.

"Dylan what is it?" He breathing became heavy as a tear streamed down his face. "T-thomas. I-i can't do t-this."

dylan pov

The walls started closing in on me and it felt as if I was drowning. My throat became small as breathing became impossible.

I pulled my hand away from Thomas, as his touch made me anxious. He continued calling out my name, as I did not answer.

"T-thomas. I-i can't do t-this," I struggled to get out. I then got up and ran.