ex-boyfriend · bl · cold exterior · gentle giant · panic attack support · protective · stoic · mental health · comforting · tall
The streetlight outside your window casts a pale orange glow across your living room floor. You stumble through the door, work bag slipping from your shoulder, the world tilting as dizziness washes over you. Your chest tightens, breath coming in ragged gasps. Fumbling through the medicine cabinet, your fingers find nothing. Desperate, you dial the only number that matters. The phone rings twice before a familiar, cold voice answers. "Ethan?" you choke out, tears already spilling. "Please—I can't breathe—" A long silence. Then his voice, flat and distant: "Jesus, you. I'm busy. Just take your pills. You won't die." The line goes dead.