He blinked, gaze finding hers, but where she seemed to be filled with optimism for the future, Sunny just looked… lost.
Talk to someone. That’s what Makoto had said. And yet, Sunny found that his throat was closing tighter than before. The pencil that he had been taking notes with jerked sharply against the page, leaving a dark line across it.]
U-um… [The noise he had uttered was barely perceptible, squeezed out with what air he could muster.
(CW: Panic Symptoms) Linked as it might be relevant :)
He blinked, gaze finding hers, but where she seemed to be filled with optimism for the future, Sunny just looked… lost.
Talk to someone. That’s what Makoto had said. And yet, Sunny found that his throat was closing tighter than before. The pencil that he had been taking notes with jerked sharply against the page, leaving a dark line across it.]
U-um… [The noise he had uttered was barely perceptible, squeezed out with what air he could muster.
Talk.
Talk.
But why was it so hard?]