The air in the bakery felt suddenly too heavy, the lights too bright. You found Love pressed against the counter, her hands trembling, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Love?” you asked softly, kneeling beside her. “Hey… look at me.”

She shook her head, her breaths coming fast and shallow. “I… I can’t… it’s too much,” she whispered, panic lacing every word.

You placed a hand gently on her shoulder, steadying her. “Shhh… it’s okay. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me.”

Her body shook, and she clutched at your arm, holding on as if you were the only anchor in the world. You guided her to a chair and sat beside her, keeping your voice calm, low, and reassuring.