December 24th
Yoongi's house

I'm shaking.

Everything's shaking.

It's blurry.

So quiet.

"Just breathe Aly. Please." Yoongi pleads.

I couldn't see him.

I could barely even hear him through the through roaring through my head.

Just calm down. Just breathe. Yoongi needs you to breathe. He's right there with you.

"I-I can't."

"Yes. You can. You can Aly. Just listen to me okay?" Yoongi says.

I don't move from my position.

"Focus on your head. And your mouth. The way it takes in air to breathe, and the way it breathes out. Focus on that okay?"

Shaking. I'm shaking.

It's cold. The floor is cold.

Yoongi holds my hand, and squeezes it tightly.

"I'm right in front of you. But you don't need to look. You don't need to do a anything. Just breathe for me."

Everything is,

gray.

Yoongi comes closer, and rests his hand on my head.

"I'm here. I'm here Aly. Listen to my voice, know I'm here with you. I won't leave. I promise."

Yoongi hugs me.

My breathing returns to a normal pace.

Yet the tears keep falling on Yoongi's shoulders.

It's funny.

Funny how the strangest things bring people together.

Because even as I stop crying.

Yoongi doesn't let go.

He doesn't leave.