Tom Holland ~ Anxiety Is Only a Word

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Anxiety.

Unrelenting, chaotic anxiety.

That was all I felt.

It felt like the walls were closing in.

It felt like I was suffocating.

I lay in a curled up ball on the ground, breathing heavily. I was crying, the tears streaming down my face, my body violently shivering. My eyes were glazed over, seeing a fire burning down my house play out. The sight of it made me breathe harder. I wasn't dead, no no. But it sure felt like I was. I walked around, smelling for smoke, and I ended up lying here.

I laid there for what seemed to be an eternity, but in reality, it probably was only another 10 minutes, until Tom opened the door and saw me on the floor. He immediately came over and sat next to me, gently shaking me.

"Eliza? Eliza? Come on, Eliza, don't zone out on me. I know it's two in the morning, but stay with me." I heard him faintly say. The fire was too large, far too large for anything to put out. I watched in horror as the fire began to spread, soon consuming the entire block. And it didn't stop there. It continued to move on, faster and faster until all I could see around me was red, and all I could feel was heat, and all I could hear was the cackling of the flames, and all I could smell was smoke.

"The fire....it's too big.....too big...." I muttered under my breath.

"Eliza? There's no fire. I know you're having an anxiety attack. Stay with me, okay? Don't zone out on me." Tom said, brushing my hair out of my eyes. I felt him sit me up and felt him pull me into him, wrapping his arms around me. I stopped shaking as much, but still felt chills every so often. Tom kissed the top of my head, being sure to keep his motions gentle.

I still saw the fire, the raging fire eating everything in its path, the mysterious side of the moon showing instead of the usual bright side in my anxiety attack. 

"Eliza, I know you can hear me." Tom said quietly, so quiet that I had to break out of my trance to listen.

"And just know.....know that I love you. Know that I'm always here for you. Know that I will do anything in my power to make you feel better." he continued, stroking my hair. "Anxiety is only a word. Nothing can get to you, especially not when I'm around."

I stopped shaking and froze. WhAt. Did he just--

"I love you, Eliza, and it hurts me to see you like this every week. I wish you could tell me how you feel. It would take a huge burden off of you."

I took a deep breath and finally spoke since I muttered things about the fire in my anxiety attack.

"I'm sorry, Tom. But you already have enough on your plate."

"That doesn't mean I can't sit with you until you feel less anxiety. That doesn't mean I can't learn. I would sit here for hours on end if I had to. I love you, Eliza, can't you see that?" Tom muttered. 

"You what?"

"I love you." Tom repeated, a little louder this time.

I sat there in Tom's arms, not knowing what to say for a moment. Then I took another deep breath and spoke up.

"I love you too, Tom." I said back to him. "I don't know what I'd do without you."





Well, that came out later than planned. Smh, myself. It's also a lot shorter than I originally planned on having. I'm so sorry for turning this out late, and thank you so much for being so patient with me!

Hope you enjoyed! Tell me if anything needs to be changed! :)

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