The feel of his fingers lacing with hers was the first thing to chip at her walls, and then what he said hammered a hole through them. Her lips parted slightly as she swallowed, her eyes flickering between him and their hands.
She knew she could always talk to them. She knew that she could always talk to any of her friends -- possibly more easily than Justin. The problem was that telling them made it real and for at least a month and a half she'd done her best to pretend like nothing whatsoever was going wrong. The symptoms had gotten significantly worse in the past two weeks though, and as proven by her admitting it, she couldn't do it on her own anymore.
"I know," she said softly, giving his hand a squeeze. Her eyes had glossed over with the beginnings of tears. "I'm just really scared." Her voice cracked on the last two words.