Alexander (Alex) is my role. I'm looking to explore the friendship between him and his best friend, with SLOW romance coming from this eventually.
Her personality is up to you, though someone a bit more confident and able to support him through his panic attacks is best paired to him. He's 18, so I'd prefer her to be 18 or 19 years of age. Obviously, he will support her with any issues too.
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Each second that passed felt much slower, as though time had crawled to a near halt. Each tick and each tock registered in Alexander's ears and brain, seeming to taunt his very soul. His heart raced, his hands shaking and his mind cloudy and unfocused on the activity before his very eyes.
Pushing his glasses up his nose, they slid down in mere seconds due to the amount he was sweating right now. Each bead felt heavy to the teenager, distracting him from the exam he was supposed to be trying to work upon. For 15 minutes now, he'd been sat inn this chair. The hall was deprived of the usual squeak of sneakers and chatter of sports students, of the thudding of basketballs on the ground and against hoops. The usual cheers were not there either, the sports hall handed over instead to around 100 desks and 100 chairs, each occupied by a student attempting their maths exam.
The scratching of pens and pencils upon paper seemed amplified one hundred times over, though none of these noises were made by his own. The shuffling of sheets of paper further distracted him, more so because his own exam paper had not yet been opened up. It remained closed and blank of his own work, his name on the front the only thing he had written down at all.
Glancing at his shaking hands, his mind seemed to go blank. His breathing only grew heavier and less regular, and he felt himself shaking and sweating more. Standing up in a hurry, he ran from the exam hall and to the restroom before he knelt in front of a toilet and retched, coughing and heaving as he was sick. His breathing was still uneven and heavy, the young man starting to suffer a quite severe panic attack. Though he usually took medication to help with his anxieties, he'd been so focused on his exams and other issues, he'd neglected to pick up and take his medication as he felt he had no time to.
Hand shaking, he reached into his jeans pocket for his phone before realising that he didn't have it on him and that it was still in his locker on the opposite side of school. He needed comforting and supporting, but he wasn't sure whom would find him or care enough to help.
Her personality is up to you, though someone a bit more confident and able to support him through his panic attacks is best paired to him. He's 18, so I'd prefer her to be 18 or 19 years of age. Obviously, he will support her with any issues too.
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Each second that passed felt much slower, as though time had crawled to a near halt. Each tick and each tock registered in Alexander's ears and brain, seeming to taunt his very soul. His heart raced, his hands shaking and his mind cloudy and unfocused on the activity before his very eyes.
Pushing his glasses up his nose, they slid down in mere seconds due to the amount he was sweating right now. Each bead felt heavy to the teenager, distracting him from the exam he was supposed to be trying to work upon. For 15 minutes now, he'd been sat inn this chair. The hall was deprived of the usual squeak of sneakers and chatter of sports students, of the thudding of basketballs on the ground and against hoops. The usual cheers were not there either, the sports hall handed over instead to around 100 desks and 100 chairs, each occupied by a student attempting their maths exam.
The scratching of pens and pencils upon paper seemed amplified one hundred times over, though none of these noises were made by his own. The shuffling of sheets of paper further distracted him, more so because his own exam paper had not yet been opened up. It remained closed and blank of his own work, his name on the front the only thing he had written down at all.
Glancing at his shaking hands, his mind seemed to go blank. His breathing only grew heavier and less regular, and he felt himself shaking and sweating more. Standing up in a hurry, he ran from the exam hall and to the restroom before he knelt in front of a toilet and retched, coughing and heaving as he was sick. His breathing was still uneven and heavy, the young man starting to suffer a quite severe panic attack. Though he usually took medication to help with his anxieties, he'd been so focused on his exams and other issues, he'd neglected to pick up and take his medication as he felt he had no time to.
Hand shaking, he reached into his jeans pocket for his phone before realising that he didn't have it on him and that it was still in his locker on the opposite side of school. He needed comforting and supporting, but he wasn't sure whom would find him or care enough to help.
