Azul stood trembling, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as his breathing grew uneven. all his certainties had suddenly collapsed. Without warning, his fingers darted up, and he began biting them, hard. His teeth sank into his knuckles, and you could see the red marks beginning to form, his nails scraping at his skin.

"Azul, stop!" you called out. He didn't seem to hear you, his gaze unfocused as he continued gnawing on his hands, his body folding in on itself as though he were trying to retreat from his own panic.

You gently but firmly grabbed his wrists, his eyes flickered to yours, glazed with fear and confusion, as if he was trapped deep within his mind, drowning in the storm.

Azul’s grip on your hands tightened, his nails digging into your skin, but you didn’t let go.