you were anxious and overwhelmed, and finally broke down once you got to the back of the library. you were sat in a corner, desperately attempting to hold back a panic attack, but it wasn’t going very well. you were pulled out of a dissociative state when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your torso, and heard a thick sheffield accent that could only belong to one person. alex turner, the boy who’s hated you since early primary school. you two were in college now. why was he here?