The outside noises fade into a dull hum, and eventually I find myself drifting off to sleep.
When I wake up, I know there's something wrong. My eyes dart everywhere and nowhere, and my heartbeat quickens too much for my liking.
I blink away tears, but this is the more wrong than usual.
Why didn't I think this through. Why did I do this. I am going to regret this. Am I already regretting this? I need to escape. How do I escape? Help me. I don't want to be a bother.
And I'm pushing away thoughts but my hands already start trembling. I'm hyperventilating, I think. And there's no way to solve it. This is hopeless.
You eventually watch me begin to stir, and I'm guessing you thing I've fallen into some sort of paralysis.
"Liv? Are you okay?" My breathing turns into hoarse screams and I can barely breathe.
"What do you want to do?"
I can barely choke it out, but I'm glad I do. "Stop. Please."
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one hundred ways
Romance"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
