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“It’s okay. I’m here..” He said softly, kissing the top of her head and hugging her close.
“It’s okay. I’m here..” He said softly, kissing the top of her head and hugging her close.
Macha's chest was growing tighter by the second as bile rose in her throat. Her hands shook as she tried and failed to push herself up into a sitting position. She couldn't breathe, it was too much, it was all just too much. Dead bodies, blood pooling on the floor, Tyler's eyes, his lifeless, dead eyes, fractured screams ringing through her head, her mother's screams, the knife, the blood, too much blood– Vaguely aware of the fact that her cheeks were drenched with tears, she tried to speak. "P-Panic– panic– panic atta– attack. Panic attack.", she choked out, throat tightening.
(the stuttering is really bad written out but when I say it out loud it sounds realistic)
Tyler sat up immediately and pulled her into his lap, holding her face in his hands. “Shh it’s okay. It’s okay. Just breathe, breathe.” He focused on sending her happy and calming thoughts. “I’m here…”
(Sounds great sorry I was distracted by the wonderful thing that is a book store)
(pUlleD hEr iNto HiS lAp wHAT)
(O.O)
(No apology necessary, how did your trip through heaven go? Did you get anything?)
Macha shook her head, tears blinding her. His face was blurred, his voice was coming in too loud, too sharp, too distorted. "Can't– breathe–", she wheezed, trembling hands gripping his shirt. Bile rose in her throat again, choking her, but she forced it back down.
(Yeah like he kinda just pulled her closer to him)
(Yeah it was amazing I got love Simon and attempted to find all the lgbtq books I could so I could get them some other time)
Panic rose in Tyler and he pressed his forehead to hers gently. It’s okay I believe in you. Just listen and try to breathe. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay..
(Lol ik, I was just freaking out over the cuteness)
(Omgomgomg that book is amazingggg have you read Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe?)
Macha finally managed a gasping breath in, shaking all over. She clung to Tyler and his words, every cell in her body screaming at her to run, to get away. But the only thing she needed to get away from was herself.
Slowly, her breathing evened out, her broken sobs calmed to silent tears, and she collapsed into Tyler’s embrace.
(Oh ok😂)
(And no I haven’t but it sounds fun and OHMYGOD there’s this book called I’ll give you the sun and 😍 its so amazing)
(Also every time I picked a book up and it was a stupid cliche straight romance I would just be like ew and put it back)
Tyler held her close to him and stroked her hair gently. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to. He thought, his arms wrapped her.
(OH MY GOD THAT BOOK IS FRICKING INCREDIBLE DEAR LORD)
She took another shuddering breath in. "I'm overreacting– just– a dream." Blood. Blood, everywhere.
(RIGHT??!! Noah literally killed me He was so amazing)
Tyler felt her fear and panic and shook his head. “You aren’t overreacting..”
(I KNOW OMGGGGG)
Macha shook her head again. Blood, pouring from windows and spilling onto the streets. Blood, gurgling in her throat, choking her. "How– how did you sleep?"
(and Brian fdksahafsdksadf i always get high on that feeling when two book characters that you really ship, kiss or get together for the first time and ohmygod when Brian kissed Noah in the woods i died)
"Macha.." He saw a brief glimpse of her dream and pulled her head back gently so he could look at her. "You have to calm down. Those things aren't real. The only real thing right now is you, and me, and how much I love and care for you. Just think about that. Push those thoughts away. They don't control you.."
(oh my god I thought I was the only one who did that)
(and yassss I died)
(Tyler is being so sweet oml)
Macha inhaled shakily, trying to as he instructed. After a minute or so, she had calmed down significantly. "Thank you." She leaned forward to press a grateful kiss to his mouth. "How did you sleep?"
(lol i legit blush and get all hot and start breathing funny and just die in awe of what i had read)
(;
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. "Fine. And you?…" He trailed off a bit, realizing he already knew the answer because she had just had a panic attack.
(sameee)
Macha attempted a shrug.
(what do you want to do next?)
(hmmm we need a plot twist…but i have seem to run out..)
(hmmmm…… death of Macha's father? oooh, maybe she could move in w Tyler)
(oohhoooo sounds fun but kind of but not really since death but yeeeah…sounds good)
(im sorry i'm feeling so many emotions rn between sad and happy and other shit so i might come off as sounding really high)
(it's no problem, I get it don't worry)
(unfortunately I gtg rn, so maybe tomorrow?)
(night)
(aw oki byeee)
(You know what, sleep is over rated anyways)
(but you should sleep my fren)
(It’s the weekend, and even if I was trying to sleep I probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep before two am)
(And you should sleep too)
(…..yeeeah sleep is overrated…..)
(oof I agree)
(So, shohld we skip to.. say a week later, Macha is at home, it’s like 7am?)
(suree you want me to start??)
(Sure)
(wait actually can you cause if Macha's father is dying then idk how you want that to go down)
(ok my mom is yelling at me i have to go sorrryyy)
(Good point)
Macha’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned and rolled over, checking the time. 7:00 am. Rolling out of bed, she tip-toed down the hall to her father’s room, opening the door a crack and peeking through. Hans was lying in bed, and appeared to be asleep. Thank god he got rest., she thought to herself, entering the room quietly. Macha’s brow furrowed in concern when she saw the strained look on her father’s sleeping face, his eyes shut, so she leaned forward to press a tender kiss to his forehesd, but jerked back immediately. His skin was ice cold. Dread uncurled low in her stomach. She shook his shoulder. “Dad??” He didn’t reply. Macha was beginning to panic now. “Dad????” She stripped back the covers and shook him again. Nothing. She pressed a hand over his heart. There was no beat, no breath. “Dad. Wake up—“ He didn’t.
Macha collapses to her knees on the side of the bed, heart breaking into a million tiny pieces. “Dad.”
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