After reassuring my friends that everything would be fine, I couldn't shake the anxiety gnawing at me. My heart started racing, and I was suddenly out of breath. I knew I had to get away from them, or they'd notice something was wrong.
I forced a smile. "I'll be right back, I need to use the washroom," I said quickly, excusing myself. Without waiting for a response, I hurried off.
Once inside the washroom, I let go. My chest tightened, and tears started streaming down my face. I didn't understand why I was crying, or why I was so scared. My breathing was labored, and I could feel the sobs building in my chest.
"Am I mourning myself?" I whispered, staring at my reflection in the bowl of water I was holding. "Is my spirit saying goodbye already?"
The tears wouldn't stop, and the harder I tried to suppress them, the stronger they came. My shoulders shook with the force of it.
