Rocco

Sleepovers weren't really something Rocco was interested in. Regardless, he made an effort to come for his friend's birthday.

Now, with only a few minutes to 1am, the talking and laughing had gotten to be too irritating for Rocco. He excused himself to sit outside.

The cool night air was a welcome change from the stuffy, warm atmosphere inside. He looked on into the woods behind his friend's house.

An unfamiliar sense of anxiety bubbled into his chest. Perhaps it was the darkness of the woods, or perhaps it was just the dull ache of unresolved 'business'. No matter the reason, it was unpleasant and began to really affect his breathing.

He was so caught up in this strange kind of panic that he didn't hear you step outside to check on him.