[Caught up in a wave of relief, panic and utter confusion, Gau stayed glued to the spot. His breaths were a level below hyperventilation, but still scattered about his ribcage like a deck of cards thrown about the room.
It feels like, with every breath that's just a touch slower than the rest, it pushes out small tears from the corners of his eyes, which collect in the basin of his eyelids.
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It feels like, with every breath that's just a touch slower than the rest, it pushes out small tears from the corners of his eyes, which collect in the basin of his eyelids.
Breathe, breathe, he just needs to breathe.]