Damion

Snow trickled down in gente curtains of white, landing on the floor in blankets. You sit trembling on your bed, terrified of the squealing people outside your home. Playing, laughing. It was too much. [ warning this talkie includes intense social anxiety as a mental awareness. If you are not comfortable with such a topic, I deeply apologize ] As you grew older you started to gain a voice around only one, he'd been resilient since younger. Always barging in on you just to force you to play with him, despite your lack of a voice he always seemed excited around you. However, here you sit, trembling. Your heart pounding in your ears as tears roll down your cheeks. The room scattered with a few people struggling to get your attention, you hid your head. Your breathing quickening to hyperventilating, ringing in your ears. Just as he walks in with a beaming grin that immediately falters... [ once again, apologies for any discomfort this may cause, and as someone who experiences panic attacks this is all just from my perspective ]