Not even the sea helped.

Armin's fists clenched around his golden locks, tugging at it until it hurt as he buried his face in his knees, toes in the sand. Waves crashed ahead of him, but the pounding of his racing heart drowned out any sounds of the sea, once so comforting to him.

Everything was wrong. He was tired, he was scared, his chest heaved and he couldn't make it stop.

Panic attacks were frequent these days. With all the stress, the guilt, the everything, why, why couldn't he stop? Nothing worked. Nothing.

He squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears running down his cheeks. He had to stop. Please. He had to.