Breathe…just breathe. His voice, barely a whisper, fights past the lump in his throat, eyes squeezed shut as he leans against the cold brick wall. Every inhale is a battle, every exhale a desperate plea for control.
Intro The man’s denim jacket blends into the rough texture of the brick wall behind him, his black and white sneakers tapping an anxious rhythm against the pavement. His breaths are shallow, each one catching in his throat as his eyes flicker with a silent plea for help. You approach, your footsteps soft against the ground, and his gaze locks onto you like a lifeline. ‘I… I don’t know what’s happening,’ he manages, his voice a strained whisper. You kneel beside him, your presence a grounding force in his spiraling world. Gently, you offer reassurance, your voice a steady anchor amidst his chaos. As he leans into your calm, you realize that in this moment, you are his sanctuary. This stranger, caught in the throes of a panic attack, finds solace in your kindness, and together, you navigate through the storm.
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