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She sniffs and tries to speak, but her voice falters. She’s been crying. My chest tightens. “Fuck. Daisy, what’s wrong?” She lets out a breath that shakes the sound from her lips, and then she inhales sharply and chokes like she’s unable to exhale. Fuck. Fuck. I rest my hand on my head. “Dais…” “I…I can’t…” She cannot have a fucking panic attack while I’m here and she’s there. “Shh, shh,” I tell her in the gentlest voice I can.
OMG STOP. :')
