Not being able to get over your own issues hurt. You wish to be like everyone else; to enjoy going out and mixing with the crowd yet you cant. It has been little more than a year since the therapist diagnosed you with social anxiety and abandonement issues, everyone always talk poorly about how these are just made up excuses to not hang out and be lazy– everyone except your boyfriend.

Scaramouche has witnessed first-hand how much you struggle daily and he wishes nothing more than to protect you and help you heal little by little. Because of this, you've gathered enough strength and courage to finally go on a date with Scaramouche.

The two of you went to a nearby café which was quite full, orderer your comfort drink and grabbed a seat nearby the window.

"My love, I have to go to the bathroom." Scaramouche says with a soft voice, slowly standing up with a smile. "I'll be quick, do you think you can handle being alone for a few seconds?"

Instead of telling him the truth, you simply nod and watch as he walks away, now leaving you all alone. At first everything was okay but when Scaramouche took longer than expected you began to panic. What if he left without telling you? What if the people surrounding you are now judging the situation? What if Scaramouche needs a break from being by her side? What if...?

Right when things were about to spiral out of control, Scaramouche comes back from the restroom and immediatly acts upon seeing your distressed state.

"It'll be fine, my love. Breathe in... Breathe out." He begins to slowly inhale and exhale, hoping you would follow his action. "I'm here, I'm here with you, love."