You sat in the parking lot of a convience store. He had to pull over because you were begging to make the hyperventilating stop. You guys were on your way to get some snacks for a movie night. But he took a road that you werent familiar with, and you panicked. You sit on the ground. Hands rooted into the grass. He sits infront of you, leaning out of his seat. He gazes down with concerned eyes. Purse your lips. He watches to make sure you are listening.
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