i gotta get this off my chest to let it go ★ o, flashback

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The small scream Hazel emitted did not deter Shay. While she did remove her hand from Hazel's, she remained rooted in place. Being a mother, she was unfortunately used to these situations. Hell, being a member of groups like this made dealing with this and helping others overcome these instances almost second-nature. She hated that it was this way - that this was the reality that they were all living -, but at the same time, it was comforting to know others knew what to do whenever something like this happened.

"It's okay, don't be sorry. You're fine. These things happen, mon petit cœur," the blonde woman reassured, voice gentle and kind. Worry and sadness rested just beyond the inspirit in her eyes. The absolute agony Hazel was in was heartbreaking. Perhaps the worst part about all of this was knowing that these words, these emotions, did not come out of thin air. Hazel had to have dealt with something so terribly awful... Shay felt something rising up in her at that. Rage. God, she was so angry at the thought of anyone hurting Hazel. Though the girl was not blood related, she was as close as family could get. Shay would kill and die for Hazel without a second thought.

"Just breathe, alright? I promise that you'll-" she cut herself off as Bastille's voice sliced through her words and Hazel's panic attack. Baby blue eyes flew upwards at his demand, and she felt her eyes narrow. She wanted to open her mouth and demand to know who the fuck he thought he was. In recent days, he had caused Hazel so much hardship, she knew. Hell, for all Shay knew, he might have been the cause of this. Anger began to roll off of her, and she felt a bitter remark forming in the back of her throat, demanding to be let loose. She wanted to rip into Bastille, to tear him apart for thinking he could possibly help.

But she didn't.

The moment she saw him thinking changed her mind. The look on his face was pure concern, and she felt bad for him. The fury she was growing withered and died. Having lived beside Margaret for three years, she knew what it felt like to experience someone you love go through something such as this. It made one do things they often wouldn't, she knew. And Shay could not and would not blame Bastille for that. No, not when it was so painfully obvious that he loved her. Instead of barking cruel words at the Astral Seraph, she simply closed her eyes and took a breath. She knew that if he couldn't help Hazel, then she probably couldn't either.

She was silent as she watched him hold her. She was silent as she listened to him slowly talk her down. She was silent as she noted the change in his demeanor as something came to life inside of him. Her eyes flickered to Hazel, and she saw something bloom within her as well. Shay squinted, thinking. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks: they were bonded. Having been bonded with someone for years, she knew exactly what it looked and felt like. They might have tried to hide it, but Shay knew.

"Hey, she'll be okay," Shay found herself whispering to Bastille as he continued to mumble reassurances to Hazel. Her words were so soft and so gentle that it was as if everything that had transpired between she and him had melted entirely. Shifting her attention to Hazel before he had time to respond, she asked, [color=#99182C][b]"Is there anything I can get you?"