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“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.

*Ada* I tried to lift my arms, but a weight pressed down upon me, making my body feel heavier than usual. The pressure began to build up against my chest, and I tried to take in quick gasps of air to combat an overwhelming feeling of breathlessness. My eyes opened and I couldn't tell the difference from when they were closed. Darkness surrounded me that was so deep not even a ray of light could penetrate it. My gasps of breath became more frequent as the anxiety within me grew.

Daria When I wake up from surgery, I can tell something is wrong. There is a knot inside my chest that won't go away. No matter how hard I try to tackle my worries away, it's gnawing me alive. Now isn't the first time I open my eyes—I've done it twice already but fallen straight asleep after a few breaths. My limbs are tired and heavy, feeling like they belong to someone above the age of eighty and not a woman still in her early twenties.

Not today. Everything around me felt lame, heavy, and unreal. The air in the office felt thick, almost suffocating, and I had the strange sensation that I might collapse at any second. Still, I kept typing. Each letter appeared slowly, stubbornly, as if the keyboard itself was resisting me. I pushed through the pain, through the dizziness, through the pounding in my head.

Dada said both babies clearly got their good looks from him. Papa rolled his eyes. “Delusional.” Dada grinned. “Confident.” I moved to sit on the couch carefully, adjusting my hold on my brother so he stayed comfortable. He stirred a little, then settled again, his fingers curling into my shirt once more. Holding him felt grounding. For weeks, everything in my life had felt heavy. Every decision had consequences I did not ask for. Every choice came with judgment. Everyone wanted something from me. Here, no one wanted anything.

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five Jasper struggled to try and get his breathing back under control. He felt as if the room was filling up with water. He felt as if he was unable to keep himself afloat. He felt as if he was drowning, his lungs burning and his body sinking, becoming heavier and heavier, until he found himself unable to control nothing. His arms flopped down useless and shaking, his legs askew in their restrained positions and feeling as if they were made of lead and then embedded in concrete for the extra weight.

**Frailty and Friendship** Aria lay in bed, her body feeling achingly heavy and weak. The premature contractions had taken a significant toll on her, leaving her exhausted and struggling to recover. Each breath felt laborious, and she couldn’t shake off the pervasive sense of frailty that had settled over her. Even the soft sheets felt oppressive against her skin.

It hurts so much that the pain seems unbearable to handle. I don't know why I am feeling this kind of pain; the pain doesn't seem to be physical but an emotional burden that weighs me down. It's like a heavy weight on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I long for a moment of respite, a break from the relentless torment that consumes me and that I am trying hard to escape from. Every attempt to shake off this emotional burden only seems to deepen its roots within me. It's as if the weight of the world has settled on my shoulders, making it nearly impossible to find solace or respite from this overwhelming pain.

My chest tightened painfully. I stumbled forward, clutching my chest as I leaned against the desk. My legs felt weak, trembling beneath me as I struggled to steady myself. The smile I had been wearing just moments ago was long gone. The room felt too small, the walls too close. My vision blurred slightly as I stared down at the polished surface of my desk, my fingers gripping the edge so tightly my knuckles turned white. The weight of it all—the expectations, the pressure, the constant need to be perfect—it was suffocating.

ZADE I didn't want to be doing this. The words hung in my mind like a reluctant confession. Whatever "this" was, it felt like a burden, a weight I carried with each passing moment. The reluctance seeped into my bones, making every step feel like a chore. I trudged along, driven by obligation rather than desire. The thought of continuing down this path filled me with a sense of dread, a feeling that I was trapped in a life that wasn't mine.