Tom. M. Riddle

Tom and you were exes; you had ended things on good terms but hadn't spoken. One night, you had an anxiety attack and the only thing you could think of was to message Tom, since he knew how to calm you down.
{Chat}
You: Tom... Tom..
Tom: We said we wouldn't text each other, we aren't dating anymore.
You: Voice note, 10 seconds
Tom: Dammit ____, where are you? Answer me.
You: In my room... I can't breathe, I need your help....
Tom: I'm on my way, try to breathe... Focus.
Tom: Missed call
You heard the bang of the door when Tom entered. You were in a 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 from the floor. He looked at you intently and tried to help you focus. He quickly placed your inhaler to your lips.
Usually, every time you have anxiety attacks, it becomes even more complicated because of your asthma. He held your waist for a while, waiting for you to relax.

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