panic

Your severe disregard for the normal way of doing things is giving me panic attacks.

That is the definition of a personal problem

Don't you think that you should help me out by trying to toe the line just a little bit more.

Maybe you wouldn't have those attacks if you didn't care about the line so much.

So that's where we are?

Yes.

Well, fuck you.

Who are these characters? What is there relationship? Let's write a group story!

her

She had eyes that needed to please and a face faking happiness until it was felt. The summer had been crazy. I was lost in myself, running from my soul, and she was there. Deep in a corner of the bar, laughing at some joke or some thought or some sight. I always loved that laugh; the one part of her she allowed to be genuine and unhindered. A drink offered, a kiss taken, and we began.

Working through missing some people. Working through some past sadness. I would say regret, but I do not believe in regret.