Ivy
As Asher walks beside me, I can’t help but cling to his hand. He had to leave his bike since I was wearing a dress, so my anxiety kept spiking.
When we reach the lobby of my apartment building, my vision wavers, and I sway. Seeing this, Asher grips my waist tightly, pulls me into his arms and leads me to the emergency doors for some privacy. I cling tightly to his chest, my body shuddering as I go into a full panic attack. It’s been years since I’ve had a panic attack, but I still recall how debilitating I feel when I have one. Thankfully, Asher is there to comfort me.
“It’s alright, Ivy,” he whispers as he rubs my back comfortingly.
My eyes tear, and I manage to choke out, “I guess I didn’t expect to see anyone from the commune after what happened to Silas. One moment I was f-fi
