my traitorous heart raced, when my lungs drew gasping, shallow breaths that dried my mouth and made me feel like I was choking on the taste of ****** metal, when
I allowed my shoulders to heave, when I allowed myself to tremble, when
I couldn't stop my head from twitching slightly to the right before jerking back into place (again, and again, and again), when
all you needed was a pair of arms to hold you against a steady heartbeat, the rhythm of calm breath against which you could time your own, and someone else to be the most okay person in the room.