The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
You ok?
*Gwyn's POV* (edited)
My vision was blurry and I was briefly concerned I was being arrested, which kind of burst the fugue, and I looked around a little. My adrenaline was still pounding though, so I could hardly see, couldn't focus, people everywhere.
Some tall, worried guy grabbed my hand and said, “Look, it’s ok, just follow me for a minute, I think you need to chill out for a while.” I just did as he said and tried to concentrate on his feet, following them as we walked. I heard talking, “I know… Right… Yeah… Ok, I’ll make sure she’s ok… I’ll ask in a minute… Probably later… Ok, bye.”
My vision was clearing up and I blinked. Wait a second. Low voice. I looked at the hand holding mine. 'Dragonfly.' Uh. I involuntarily stopped walking.
And fucking Andy Biersack turned around and said, “You ok?”
4/15/17