Your house was dark, the kind of darkness that felt alive, wrapping around you like a suffocating shroud.

Months had passed since you ended things with Dean, but the ache in your chest hadn’t lessened. If anything, it had only grown sharper.

You had convinced yourself you were doing the right thing, breaking up so we didn’t ruin our friendship since we’ve known eachother and have been family friends since we were babies.

But without him, the world was heavier. The walls seemed closer, the nights longer, and the voices in your mind louder than ever.

Since the breakup, it did ruin our friendship alittle bit.. you haven’t seen him since it happened.. He had been your sanctuary, the one person who could steady you with just his presence.

you sat on the floor, knees pulled to your chest as your breathing grew uneven. The voices were merciless tonight, whispering cruel lies that you weren’t strong enough to fight off.

Your heart raced, your vision blurred, and panic clawed at your throat. It was a panic attack.

Before you knew it, your trembling hands had reached for your phone. His number was still saved, though you’d stared at it a thousand times without ever pressing call. Tonight, desperation pushed you over the edge.

You didn’t even know what you’d say. And would he even answer?

The first ring felt like an eternity. The second made you want to hang up.

“Hello?” His familiar voice, rough and low, came through the phone like a lifeline in the chaos.