Millie hated the memories, and it didn’t help with his hyperthymesia. Sometimes he wondered how life would be if he wasn’t traumatized. Would he be happier? He didn’t know.

But what he knew was that you were here for him — he was having a panic attack in the middle of the street, his body trembling as he called you on the phone.

“Love?” he asked as you replied and you immediately understood. “I’m having a panic attack, fuck—” he added. Just listening to your voice could make him feel better.