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The boy falls down onto his stomach and feels something happen inside him. I take a breath and feel oxygen rush into my body and my blood. The dizziness disappears immediately and I stand up slowly, shaking. I look up and see Christine crying. I start shaking even more. "Are you ok? Why are you crying?" my vision blurs, half out of fear half out of a strange feeling I have never felt before, the feeling of caring for some one. I take the diary out of her hands and put it in my pocket, after wiping the splashes of tears off it. I step forward and hug Christine, scared that I have done something wrong. "I'm fine. That has happened before. It's linked with my past. I have anxiety attacks." I take a small packet of tissues out of my pocket and open it I take a tissue and dab Christine's eyes and cheeks, the tissue absorbing the tears.