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And a fragile, uneasy truce. I dropped onto the couch like all the air had been knocked out of me, legs loose, head sinking into the back cushion. The cheap fabric rasped against my hair, a minor discomfort I barely registered. The weight of the day pressed into my shoulders, thick and sticky, a physical burden I couldn't shrug off. The ever-present hum of Adam’s voice somewhere in my chest, left me feeling stretched thin—like a single wire pulled too tight, ready to snap with the slightest breeze.

My entire body feels heavy and sore, and I wince as I try to sit up; each movement that I make is met with resistance, and each breath is a struggle…. The discomfort is completely overwhelming, but it is not just my body that feels bruised and battered – it's my dignity too. Glimpses of last night start to appear in front of my eyes; at first, it's just some fleeting and disconnected images… and then, all the scattered memories come flooding into my mind at once.

A strange, unsettling sensation washes over me, like a cold wave crashing over my head. I try to open my eyes, but they feel heavy, weighted down by lead. I hear the therapist’s voice again, laced with panic, "Adrian, come back to me! Adrian!" But I am powerless to respond. I feel myself drifting, falling, lost in a swirling vortex of nothingness.

The weight of it all pressed down on me, making it hard to even lift my feet as I walked home. I didn't want to drive to school with Adrian because the tension would suffocate me, so I did what I have been doing for the past three days. I walked home. When I reached home, the white walls seemed to close in on me and I found myself getting dizzy from their suffocating presence. I hesitated before stepping inside, bracing myself for whatever lay ahead. With a heavy heart, I struggled up the stairs to my room, the weight of the past days bearing down on me.

I wanted nothing more than to collapse into a bed and sleep for days, to escape the relentless assault on my senses. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a breakdown, unsure of how to pull myself back. Everything seemed too much to handle. The weight of the past, the uncertainty of the future, and the sheer exhaustion of the present all pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under their combined weight.

*** How do you feel, read this part? There are those who are sad and don't imagine being Rangga. Is there a goiter with Gerald?

Megra I walk back inside the waiting room, my legs feeling like they’re made of lead. The bright, sterile lights overhead buzz like a swarm of angry bees, making my head throb even more. I slump into one of the hard plastic chairs, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. Every muscle in my body aches, not from physical exhaustion but from the emotional toll that’s been dragging me down since Nathaniel was arrested.

“And it hasn’t been working.” “I’ll be fine,” I said. Then, lowered my hand, I leaned back over the map, forcing myself to focus. “Now, if we reroute two more guards here, it will close the gap.” But even as I pointed, my chest tightened, that strange pressure I’d been carrying for days now weighing heavily on me again. It felt like a weight lodged beneath my ribs an invisible hand squeezing, making it harder to breathe when I thought too much. At times, my body didn’t even feel like my own. My limbs moved, my mouth spoke, but there were moments flashes where I wasn’t sure if it was me at all.

I can't utilize something my brain won't access. Steadying my weight on my right foot, ensuring my grip on the bar, I drag the weight of my non-functioning side, the lifeless arm and leg weighing my body down. It's worse than any workout I've ever done to carry around the extra baggage but if I don't get my shit together and start moving forward I'm going to piss all over myself.

Too overwhelming. The weight settles heavy across my shoulders, as if I am chained down, every breath fighting resistance. My gaze blurs over the paper in front of me, words bleeding into one another, and my eyes sting with tears. Tears I no longer have the strength to fight. Tears I can no longer contain.