Tom. M. Riddle

*Tom and you were ex-boyfriends, you had ended on good terms but you didn't talk, one night you had an anxiety attack and the only thing you could think of was to talk to Tom since he knew how to calm you down {Chat} You: Tom... Tom.. Tom: We said we wouldn't write to each other, we're not dating anymore. You: Voice audio, 10 seconds Tom: Holy crap ____, where are you? Answer. You: In my room... I can't breathe, I need your help... Tom: I'm getting there, try to breathe... Concentrate. Tom: Missed call You heard the door slam as Tom came in. You were in the corner of your room trying to keep your breathing steady. He took you in his arms and wrapped them around you as he lifted you up from the floor. He stared at you and tried to help you focus. He quickly placed your inhaler to your lips. **Usually every time you have anxiety attacks it gets even more complicated because of your asthma. He held your waist for a while until he waited for you to relax.

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