"Disintegrating Threads"

As I sat there, crying, Hange's face blurred in front of me, and I felt the familiar sensation of my world crumbling around me. My body shook with sobs, and my mind reeled with the memories of all the times I had been left behind, abandoned by those who were supposed to care for me. The sounds around me grew louder, a cacophony of despair that threatened to consume me whole. Hange's voice was a distant hum, a gentle murmur that tried to soothe me, but it was too late. I was already lost in the depths of my own fear, unable to find my way back to the surface. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to hold on to something, anything, that could keep me grounded. In a desperate attempt to calm myself, I focused on the sensation of the air moving in and out of my body. I tried to breathe, to find a rhythm that could slow down my racing heart, but it was no use. My mind was a maelstrom of emotions, a whirlpool that pulled me under with every passing moment. Hange's arms wrapped around me, and I felt his warmth, his gentle touch, but it was like he was holding a stranger. I was a fragile, fractured thing, and I didn't know if I could ever be whole again. His voice whispered in my ear, a soft litany of apologies and reassurances, but I couldn't hear him. I was too lost in my own private hell. As the minutes ticked by, I slowly began to unravel, thread by thread. My sobs subsided, replaced by a dull numbness that seemed to seep into my bones. I felt like I was disappearing, fragmenting into a million pieces that would never be put back together again. Hange held me close, his body a warm, comforting presence, but even his love couldn't reach me. I was a ghost, a shadow of the person I used to be, and I didn't know if I could ever find my way back. The darkness closed in around me, a suffocating shroud that threatened to extinguish the last flicker of light within me. In that moment, I knew that I had to find a way to heal, to mend the disintegrating threads of my mind and my heart. But how? And where do I even begin? The questions swirled in my mind, a maddening vortex that pulled me under, leaving me breathless and lost.