The world around him seemed to spin, distorted and accelerated. The low music in the background sounded like an irritating buzz in his ears, and he could barely breathe. Rafe rubbed his face with both hands, trying to wipe away the cold sweat dripping from his forehead. The white powder was still scattered on the coffee table, next to a barely cleaned credit card. His heart was pounding in his chest, as if trying to escape, and the feeling of suffocation hit him hard.

He closed his eyes for a second, but the darkness brought no relief, only increasing the pressure. Panic was lurking, ready to take control. He knew this feeling well. The collapse was imminent, as always. He hated himself for it. Hated this part of himself. Hated how everything felt out of control.

And then he felt her.

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Her touch was gentle yet firm, as if she knew exactly what he was facing, even without saying a word. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder, and that alone was enough for him to open his eyes, even though he was still trembling. He could smell her— that soft scent of saltwater mixed with the warm sun of the beach. It was familiar, soothing. He took a deep breath, trying to cling to anything that could keep him anchored in the present.