COLIN’S POV
I shouldn’t be this restless, but I am.
I’ve been pacing for the last ten minutes, maybe more, I don’t even know anymore, my thoughts refusing to settle, my chest tight in a way that doesn’t feel normal, like something’s wrong and I just haven’t caught up to it yet, like I’m already behind on something that’s about to hit me whether I’m ready or not.
I drag a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply, trying to shake it off, but it doesn’t go anywhere, it just sits there, heavy, pressing in, building instead of fading, like the more I ignore it, the worse it gets.
“Get it together,” I mutter under my breath, my voice low, frustrated, but even I can hear it, the edge in it, the tension I’m not controlling as well as I think I am, the way it cracks just slightly at the end like
