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"Breathe. Deep breaths, okay?"

Chuuya's voice is hardly more than a soft coo-- he'd hate to spook you, to overwhelm you anymore.

You couldn't recall exactly when the dam had burst & you'd simply broke down. Breathing itself was uncomfortable, tears marred your vision and your tongue felt thick-- suffocating any returning words you could've had to Chuuya's comfort.

Every crumb underfoot, every misplaced ray of light and every unwarranted sound sent a jolt of frustration up through you that blended into the overall feeling of misery. You didn't want to breathe, you didn't want anything. You just wanted quiet.

"You're okay. I've got you. Just close your eyes and try to breathe."

Chuuya murmured, holding back from placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, not wanting to disturb you further. Hoping to regulate your onslaught of unwanted emotions.