Bambi's POV
I closed the door slowly after Dawn left.
My fingers stayed on the knob for a full minute, like holding it tighter would somehow make my mind stop spinning.
It didn't.
The moment I let go, everything inside me just… collapsed.
I walked to my bed, sat down, and stared at the wall. No thoughts. No breath. Just this heavy feeling in my chest like a rock was sitting on my lungs.
My hands were shaking again.
"I'm calm," I whispered.
But I wasn't.
Not even a little.
I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my forehead on them. My breathing came out too fast. Too loud. My heartbeat wasn't soft anymore. It was sharp and panicked, like it didn't know where it belonged inside my body.
My wolf tried speaking.
"Bambi… breathe…"
"I'm trying," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. "I'm trying, but I—after everything—Dawn—Odessa—"
My voice cracked.
I hugged myself tighter.
The room felt too small.
The air felt too thin.
I felt like I was shrinking inside myself.
