I'm gonna tell a funny little story. Whenever I have a panic attack it feels like my chest is so empty and full of helium, it's scary, I hate it. It means I have to sit alone and pick at my skin and wonder when my heart will stop beating like that. However, when people offer to help, even when they just sit next to me just to be there, my chest doesn't feel like helium, it's like a cold metal ball drops through and cuts through the cold air in my chest, dropping down to my stomach. It's a weird feeling. I don't know if I like it or not, but I know that someone is there with me and I'm not going to suffer through it alone. I got the metal feeling when I read this fic. I guess I saw myself in Harry.
Author's Response: I'm sorry you have to go through that. You aren't alone.
Nice job!! i really enjoyed it
Whoa. That was intense. Like just a real lot emotions and angst and beautiful imagery. Absolutely amazing, well done.
Whoa. That was intense. Like just a real lot emotions and angst and beautiful imagery. Absolutely amazing, well done.
Beautiful, poignant, and touching story. The meadow is such a lovely concept.
Title: In The Shadows
| 01 Nov 2019 7:37 pm
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Reviewer: Maxy (Signed)
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we all need a touch of reassurance...
I'm glad it was a happy ending.
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