"N-No, stop," he breathed, he ran up to the door, blocking the others exit. "I should have told you." His breathing was getting heavier now, and he knew exactly what was happening. The one day he decided that he didn’t need his medicine, his anxiety kicks in. He finally mustered up the courage to tell his current significant other that he cheated on them one drunken night, and it had turned into something bigger than imagine. His body began to shake, and tears were pouring down his face. "D-Don’t do this to me," he cried, practically gasping for air. All he wanted to do was rip things down, destroy everything in sight. His body was beginning to shake, his vision blurring. He put his hands on their chest, fisting their shirt so he had something to cling on to.