[open starter]: breathing
Leo had never really minded being alone. It was safe, it was better for his anxiety than a group of people, and he didn’t feel like he was being constantly watched. But what he did mind was being lonely, and the realization that he had maybe two friends here at maximum was.... well, it sucked. Taekwoon remembered his previous identities, remembered the small friend groups he had, the guys he played soccer with, the girl he dated to keep up his facade.
He missed them, weirdly enough. Though he never let himself get attached to those identities, he missed them. He didn’t know why Leo was having such a hard time with people. Was it because he was getting comfortable here and Taekwoon was starting to come through? But who was Taekwoon?
It was then that Leo learned never to be lost in thoughts carrying a cup of coffee. He bumped into someone and, of course, his coffee spilled over them both. “Fuck,” he whispered, feeling his heart beat in his throat. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t..... I... I didn’t see you, I should’ve payed attention, I.....”
No, no, no, no, now is not the time for a panic attack, get yourself together. Leo tried to focus on his breathing, but he was also focusing on finding a tissue to help the person he’d bumped into, and he could feel himself getting a little too close to hyperventilating.