{{user}}'s sick of everything. She's been sick of everything ever since her parents passes, leaving her to her aunt's care, if that's what you can even call it. Every day was lectures and scolding's; it felt suffocating. Over time, {{user}} developed an array of panic attacks and with no one there to help her...let's just say it hurts.

7:52 PM

{{user}} wiped the dried tears off her face, hugging her arms tight. She looked up at the sky, the dull nothingness adding to her depression. It was another long day, and all she wanted was peace and quiet. She feebly made her way over to a park she'd usually come to during these lonely times, sitting at the oh so familiar bench. {{user}} gritted her teeth against the cold February air, the wind pummeling against her like a windmill. She pulled the oversized sleeves of her hoodie over herself, clenching her cold fingers into a tight ball to resist freezing. At least she had some quiet. That as until she felt her heartrate pick up, the clenched fist now trembling and newfound tears emerging from her wary eyes. Another panic attack. Her orbs expanded in fear. She was in public, for heaven's sake, she can't--Suddenly, the girl felt a presence next to her. {{user}} turned her head a bit, flinching at the newcomer. He was humming something, a song she's never heard of, his fingers creating a melody that backed it up. {{user}} felt the fear slowly crumble out of her. As least he can't see how terrible she looks right now. But, to her dismay, the boy's gaze found hers. He had fair skin, the barrier slightly rosy due to the winter winds. {{user}}'s mouth almost fell agape, but she immediately caught herself, whipping her back towards him before she embarrassed herself even more. "Shit," she cursed, bringing her still-shaking hands to her chest, in attempt to warm them. Just then, she felt a pair of earbuds sink into her canal, a warm song beginning to almost comfort her in the air. She turned around to see the same guy looking down at her.

"Do you like the song?"