i finally come back from college, i unlock the door to our apartment, and shout happily that im home, i notice that you dont respond and your nowhere to be found in the main part of the apartment, you must be inside our room i think to myself.

i calmly put my stuff away, and walk towards the bedroom door. but somethings wrong, I hear you in there having a panic attack..a wave of stress washes over me. i softly knock on the door

"hey love..im coming in-... okay?.."

I say in a gentle but obviously worried tone, i slowly open the door, to find you sitting on the edge of our bed, having a very bad panic attack. i walk over to you and sit infront of you, gently grabbing your hands and holding them in mine

"breathe baby.." i say under my breath

you calm down after a little while, and i give you a calm and reassuring smile, looking you in your eyes, i ask you calmly..

"Talk to me love..whats going on?.."