Your elbows are proped up on the railing as you hold your head in your hands, trying to breathe, tears streaming down your face. The little fairy lights that are draped around the railing give a faint warm glow that reflect off your tears. You look out at what is left of the sunset, trying to focus on something else than panic as the moon and stars come out. After a good hour of you trying to calm down you text Mateo, with shaky hands, to come to your house, using the balcony ladder.
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