Kitty 🐺

not like that

my breathing was shallow, my heart raced. panic coursed through me and seized my mind, making it impossible for me to even form a coherent thought.

corbyn was just a room away, ice with him, yet i felt like nobody was in the house. my mind wouldn't let me feel like anyone was in the house.

i rocked on my heels, my back bumping the wall by my side of the bed. my body shook and tears streamed in a heavy flow down my face.

"hey, kitty?" i hear corbyn ask from the living room.

he was probably concerned as to why i didn't answer.

my door handle slowly turns, and i just look away.

"kitty-" corbyn says again, but stops short once he sees my condition.

"are you okay? what happened?" he asks, rushing over to me, "do you want to talk about it?"

"leave me alone!" i cry out, surprising my boyfriend with my outburst.

"i'm not leaving you alone. not like this." he whispers, inching closer.

he pulls me into his arms, and i just collapse and sob. hard.

one hand rested on my lower back, the other gently combing through my hair.

i didn't calm down. not for a long time. this panic attack just didn't want to let go of me.

"what caused it?" corbyn finally asks quietly, once i had stopped shaking and crying so much.

"i don't k-know." i hiccup, trying to gasp for breath.

"it's okay. i'm here, always."