okay, just breathe. that’s what he always told you to do.

that ‘he’ was your boyfriend, whom you just ran from after a fight went particularly out of control.

the fight started over something small—too small to even remember what it was about.

it escalated into yelling, though, and since one can’t handle overstimulating sounds, you’re now cowering in a small, dark corner, trying to get your fcking breathing under control.

it feels like the dark, dark ghosts controlling your mind can’t seem to keep quiet, overtaking your thoughts and lungs, and making it hard to take a deep breath.

your chest is heaving and heaving and you’re feeling lightheaded lightheaded and—

a gentle sigh from behind you makes you gasp, your heart rate picking up more than it did already.

before you can turn around to pretend everything’s fine again, gentle arms wrap around you from behind, enveloping you in percy’s warmth.

the guy you just fought with.

he kneels down behind you, pulling you onto his lap.

you lean onto him, still crying. your head nuzzles in his chest, his chin on top of your head.

he plants a small kiss on your head, says, “it’s okay, princess. breathe for me, yeah?..” and sighs.