A crushing weight that presses down against your chest, compressing your ribs until the feeling of not getting enough air is too much to bear. Sweaty, shaky hands and blurred vision, along with the echoing sounds of every noise surrounding you.

That is what it feels like when someone has an anxiety attack. -And right now, he was. The doors swung open as he pushed past them with the force of his whole body being thrown limp against the wood, his knees barely able to keep him standing straight.

The world spun around him until he made it to he railing of the balcony, hands clasping the bars as if it would suddenly make it all go away. When his eyes shut closed, so hard he could see white dots dancing around the darkness of his closed lids, a ragged breath escaped his mouth. He could not stand the feeling of his anxiety anymore. Or perhaps he could just not stand that he knew why he felt that way.

As of now, he had realized. Every single problem that evolved around the group was -directly or not- linked to him. Fast as he was to shut the thoughts down, the guild never truly leave.

Then you pushed the door open, quietly, and stepped into the balcony with him. He did no further from tightening his grip on the railing at the sound, though. Not even a sidelong glance.