Felicity's pov

I pressed my hands into the fabric of my dress trying to stop the tremor in them. The glass in my palms dug deeper with this motion but I welcomed the pain. It was a nice distraction from the pain I felt inside.

I was starting to panic. I could feel it. I had a brief history of panic attacks as a child. My lungs felt like they were collapsing as my chest caved in, I couldn't breathe.

Calm down, Felicity. Go easy. I told myself.

I forced a slow inhale, then another, and dragged ...