TW : PANIC ATTACKS
Third Person POV
Zak flees the scene, Darryl chases after him. "Zak, what's wrong?!" Darryl pants, he's out of breath. "Just leave me alone Darryl." Zak stops, sitting down at a bus stop. "Leave." He repeats.
"Zak." Darryl breathes heavily, sitting down a a few metres away from Zak. "Why are you acting like this?" Darryl looks at the ravenette, Zak just stares at his shoes. "Well maybe because I was walking like how I do daily and then suddenly I see you with the girl you met last week?!" Zak yells — pulling his hair. "The dots don't connect, why are you upset?" Darryl continues in a soft tone.
"MAYBE ITS BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU." Zak shouts, his grip of his hair strengthens.
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"Love.?" Darryl murmurs.
Zak POV
I start breathing heavily. Fuck, that just slipped out. I'm not read-
"Zak."
I'm not prepared
"Zak look at me."
I might as well just move towns
"Zak your having a panic attack."
I'll block him out of my life
Darryl then cups my face. I look up at him. I feel tear streaks streaming down my cheeks. He pulls his hands away, "Here." He says. He hands me a bottle of unopened water. "Okay." I mumble — I grab the bottle and chug it down in what felt like seconds. "Do you wanna talk about I-"
"No," I respond. "I'm going." I finish, I sit up and sprint away; leaving Darryl behind.