Cain Pov
I don’t know how long I sat there crying. It was like every single panic attack I’ve ever had growing up was mild compared to this one, and I couldn’t stop the pain that was racing through me. My chest was on fire, burning, and I had to keep forcing myself to breathe. It was hard, though, because I didn’t want to. I wanted to be done with all of this already. All I could do was sit here and cry, silent sobs floating from my lips, unable to even form sounds to voice out how much pain I was in. Why do I do this to myself? Why did I even chase after her? I should have stayed away, stayed in my own dimension, and accepted the fact that no one would ever want me. But instead, I was adventurous and decided that it would be better to show myself just how I was never fully wanted. Not my
