It felt like I was drowning. After that box. I couldn't seem to breathe, no matter how hard I tried. Everyone was trying to help, to support me, but they were suffocating me and I couldn't seem to tell them that, so I just lay there, in that damn hospital room, sinking further under the proverbial waters of my screwed up psyche, certain I was going to die here.
And then I was floating.
The pressure fell away, I could feel and breathe and I opened my eyes to see why, to see what this force was that pulled my back from the brink of endless darkness.
Blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears, his hand wrapped in mine and the silent promise in his eyes. He would keep me afloat.