HELLO! FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ MY OTHER WORKS AND HAVE GONE LOOKING FOR THEM, ONLY TO REALISE THAT YOU CAN'T FIND THEM: I HAVE DELETED THEM.

I WASN'T OVERLY HAPPY WITH MY WRITING, AND I HAD SORTA WRITTEN MYSELF INTO A CORNER, SO I'VE DELETED MOST OF THEM UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE; AND AM INSTEAD GOING TO START DIFFERENT STORIES.

I'VE ALSO CHANGED MY UNSERNAME. I WAS PREVIOUSLY WRITING AS ThatFanFicWriterCalledNaomi; BUT MY NEW ONE IS MyOwnKindOfWorld.

BUT IF YOU'VE ENJOYED MY OTHER STORIES, I MAY RE-WRITE THEM SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE, BUT FOR NOW THEY WILL REMAIN IN MY ARCHIVES.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS NEW STORY, IT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT TO MY OTHER STUFF:

I clutched my desk as my breathing picked up. My eyes were squeezed shut so tight they hurt, but I kept them closed. Not here, not now; not in front of Adrien. Tears were making their way down my face now, and my heart beat so fast it hurt.

There was a hand on my arm, warm and soothing, but doing little to subdue the waves of panic going throughout my body.

Then he was there, by my side, his beautiful voice whispering in my ear. I focused on it, his voice, trying to calm myself enough to breathe properly.

I started shaking my head, gasping for breath between sobs as I shook and gripped the desk tighter.

"Marinette…" He said, in front of me now, holding my hands. "Marinette, focus on me, on my voice. It's going to be ok; just breathe. Calm down. Please?"

I was squeezing his hands, and it must have hurt, but he didn't let go, he just held my hands.

"Marinette, look at me. Open your eyes." I forced my eyes open and stared anxiously into his green eyes.

It took a few minutes, but eventually my breath became more even, and I calmed down. "Thank you, Adrien." I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck in an embrace. "But how'd you know what to do?"

"Well, I've had enough panic attacks of my own to have an idea of how to help others."

"Oh, ok."

…

Hi. I'm Marinette; and this is my story.

I have been professionally diagnosed with anxiety and depression. Usually I can handle them, but other times, like the one I've just written about, they're not so easy to manage and I go into a panic attack or completely retreat into myself.

…

I met Adrien in my freshman year of high school. We never talked much, but we had mutual friends in Alya and Nino, so we knew each other. Then over time, we got to know each other better, outside our friendship with Nino and Alya, and I fell for him.

Few people knew bout my anxiety and depression, and fewer had seen me during a panic attack, and that's how I preferred it. It was always easier that way, I guess.

Adrien was one of those people; he didn't know and had never seen me have a panic attack.

After learning that he had anxiety as well, we sort of became each other's support, and we always hung out together.

And that's ultimately where my story begins.