Luna's panic intensified, her chest constricting as she took in fierce breaths. "No, no," she whispered, her voice trembling as fear scratched at her throat.
Luke's expression changed, his features turned calm and reassuring. "Hey, we'll figure this out. We'll get help."
Her breath hitched as panic gnawed at her, suffocating her as the elevator's walls seemed to close in. "I...I don't do well in small spaces," she stammered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Luke's expression turned vigilant, his eyes filled with concern locked onto hers. "Hey, Luna, I'm here. You're safe."
But her panic had already taken its hold on her. Luna's eyes darted wildly, her gasps growing shallower as her lungs burned.
He moved slowly towards her, his hands extended, palms facing up. "Luna, breathe,"
