[ Claire doesn't hear him come in, not until he calls out, until his steps tap out a beat on her floor, calmer than the rapid fore of her heartbeat. Bile rises in her throat and she swallows it down, her face feeling too tight, her skin itching, like she needs to shed it, fears growing too big for it.
It feels like hours, Claire listening to Frank moving around. When he steps into her bedroom, she doesn't look up. Just drops her phone on the sheets in front of her, her knees pressed to her chest as close as they'd go. Her eyes are wide when she runs a hand over her face again, fixed on a burn mark on her sheets.
She reminds herself to breathe again. Frank's here, now, standing by her bed, like he has no idea what to do now that he's in the room, and Claire lets out an hysterical chuckle, pressing her face between her knees. Knowing that she was right and it was irrational and no one is in her apartment doesn't make her feel any better. ]
Thank you. [ She shakes the words out, because she might be seized by panic, she's still lucid. ] I feel like I'm about to claw my way out of my own skin.
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It feels like hours, Claire listening to Frank moving around. When he steps into her bedroom, she doesn't look up. Just drops her phone on the sheets in front of her, her knees pressed to her chest as close as they'd go. Her eyes are wide when she runs a hand over her face again, fixed on a burn mark on her sheets.
She reminds herself to breathe again. Frank's here, now, standing by her bed, like he has no idea what to do now that he's in the room, and Claire lets out an hysterical chuckle, pressing her face between her knees. Knowing that she was right and it was irrational and no one is in her apartment doesn't make her feel any better. ]
Thank you. [ She shakes the words out, because she might be seized by panic, she's still lucid. ] I feel like I'm about to claw my way out of my own skin.