Panic attacks were nothing new to Valentina.
She has one every other few months, but this one couldn't have come at a worse time.
Turning on the tap to drown out her attack, she dropped to her knees in the bathroom, and buried her head in the bathtub.
She started to breathe really loud and fast, to keep her heart pumping.
"I love you, Bella." His words rang in her head.
What was supposed to be a sweet moment, felt to her like a war declaration.
"Please God, let me breathe," she prayed in her mind as her chest tightened even more.
Struggling hard, she managed to push her hand forward.
She turned on the tub's tap, and just let it pour on her fingers.
Her breathing got harder, more laborious, before it finally began to settle.
A moment's pause occurred, and then the relaxation of her sphincter happened next.
She plopped on the ground, as she breathed out with sweet release.
"Love?" She thought moments after, not knowing what to do with that information.
