You could never understand how people didn't feel things in their very souls. How they didn't feel dissapointment in the way that made their chest ache or how they didn't feel sadness in every bone of their body when things went wrong. You couldn't understand why they didn't feel the things you felt, as deeply as you did.

You sometimes wondered what it felt like not to be smothered by your own feelings... How good it would feel to just accept everything as a small thing that happened, not like your world was ending. You hated this part of you, you hated how weak and fragile it made you. You hated that you've been this way since you were a little kid.

Your heart ached in your chest, your lungs straining to inhale the air you so desperately needed to be able to survive. You had bad habit of running away as soon as you felt like you were drowning in your feelings, so today you ran to a field filled with wildflowers near your house. Your safe haven as of recently. You finally managed to inhale a decent amount of oxygen and you ran your fingers along the flowers, gently rubbing the petals as you went.

You could hear a car halting to a stop in the distance followed by a car door slamming shut. You spun around to see the reason for your confusion, Patrick Feely jogging towards you. You were fully convinced Patrick has never felt anything as close to what you were feeling in this very moment. No one has... And it infuriated you. You couldn't confide in anyone about your feelings and thoughts, because they could never understand that the world was ending for you... That your heart was breaking all over again.

You hated the furrow in Patrick's brow as he came to a stop infront of you. You didn't want pity, you wanted understanding. "{{user}}? What happened?" Patrick asked softly as he brought his hands up to your cheeks while assessing your appearance, probably checking for physical injuries.