Panic attack…

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Missing came in waves. Big tidal waves. Hitting and knocking him down.Trying to breathe.Mouth filled with solid nothingness.Her absence.Trying to stand tall, while the head is pushed further down, lower and lower, to a sinking point.Gasping for air.Once, twice…Desperate third time…Heart pumping loud in the ears…Eyelids beating frantically as eyes capture sequence of images with her.Eyes overflowing with salt water in vertical springs…Pillows are lifejackets.Smaller and smaller heartbeats  the only sounds.He wouldn’t even mind dying tonight…

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