In the dark of the washroom, his back against the tub, Wei Wuxian wraps both arms around himself and tries not to scream. Breathe. That was the first thing Wen Qing told him. Breathe.
He forces his lungs to expand. Hisses out the air in a slow stream. Does it again.
Good. He can almost hear her voice. It is as if she kneels right next to him, her wide eyes on his, nodding encouragement. Keep breathing. This is temporary, Wei Wuxian. It is only a memory. It will not last as long as you think it will.
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In the dark of the washroom, his back against the tub, Wei Wuxian wraps both arms around himself and tries not to scream. Breathe. That was the first thing Wen Qing told him. Breathe.
He forces his lungs to expand. Hisses out the air in a slow stream. Does it again.
Good. He can almost hear her voice. It is as if she kneels right next to him, her wide eyes on his, nodding encouragement. Keep breathing. This is temporary, Wei Wuxian. It is only a memory. It will not last as long as you think it will.
"This is temporary," he whispers aloud.
Good.
He breathes: in. Out.
Keep breathing.