|Innaya|
The human mind is strange, and the human heart is even weirder. It works in ways beyond the understanding of anyone. At the current moment, my mind wanted me to move forward and help the man who was struggling against the hold of three people. His struggles were heart-wrenching as tears streamed down his face, and his pale face turned red. It seemed he was getting breathless or I wondered if he forgot to breathe.
The flickering emotions and slowly deteriorating condition of his were too familiar. I might not react with so much anger, but I knew the signs of approaching panic attacks. He needed immediate attention, he needed to restrain his emotions, and he needed someone's comforting words. He needed strength. I could see my reflection in him. As if I was watching myself struggling there.
