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It hurts alot. ************

He should just be talking, I don't believe that he would really buy off an entire hospital and turn it into a club just because he was being petty? As I lay there, the emotions began to bubble up inside me. I felt a deep sense of sadness, like a weight pressing down on my chest. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had experienced many times before having to carry the weight of my family on me. But this time, it felt more intense, like a tidal wave threatening to engulf me because I was carrying the weight of not just one but thousands of people livelihood.

My limbs felt heavy, weighted, the very air around me thickening, pressing against my skin like a second layer. I adjusted my collar. Then adjusted it again. The fabric clung to my throat, suddenly stifling. A bead of sweat traced a slow path down the back of my neck, dampening the already suffocating material. The Dean’s voice blurred in my ears, words melding together into something distant and incomprehensible. I nodded again, hoping it was at the right moment. The heat surged. My breath hitched. I swallowed, ignoring the way my throat felt too tight, the way my blouse stuck to my skin. I sat straighter, forcing myself to focus, but the ache in my muscles deepened, the burning heat coilin

*EMILY* As I walked through the door of my apartment, a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed over me. The weight of my burden pressed heavily upon my shoulders, threatening to shatter the fragile facade of strength I had painstakingly constructed. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stumbled towards the couch, my legs buckling beneath the weight of my sorrow.

"Freda, what's the matter? Why are you shaking?" She struggled to find her voice, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and self-doubt. Finally, she whispered, "Scarlett, the weight of the entire pack hasn't solely rested on my shoulders before. I'm old, and I fear that I'm not capable enough to handle everything that's happening. The responsibility feels overwhelming."

Not the specific physical exhaustion of her illness, though that was present too, always present in some degree. The other kind. The total kind. The kind that came from carrying too many significant things at high tension for too long without putting any of them down properly. "Jayda," Dess said, and her voice had changed, had softened into the register she used when she was about to say the thing she had been building toward since Jayda sat down. "I know," Jayda said automatically.

Elara sat on the edge of her bed, overwhelmed by the weight of the past few days. Her usually tidy apartment now felt like a prison, suffocating and confining. The once cozy space now seemed small and oppressive as her mind raced, replaying the events that had brought her to this point.

I have to. The change is close, so close. The smell of the damp forest presses in, presses me. I feel it with an intensity that I can’t bear, can’t hold, can’t keep. I feel it like I feel everything, like I feel everything now. The bag is heavy in my hands, heavy and raw, and I fumble with the strap, fumble with the weight of it. I have to be careful, have to be exact, but I am not. Not tonight. Not with this.