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Jasper says. “No, you guys don’t know,” I say, my voice sounding high-pitched in my ears. “There is this massive weight, just sitting on my chest and every day it gets heavier, painful to carry. I feel like my lungs are going to burst or my mind will go crazy.” My hands are flying around in an attempt to animate how it feels. “Like it already hasn’t?” Beatrice mutters, taking a cautious sip from her cup.

I ran a hand through my black hair, trying to untangle it. My fingers snagged on a stubborn knot, and I let out a yelp. The strands felt just as tired and worn as I did: messy, unmanageable, and stretched thin. Every inch of me ached. Not just my body, but deeper my chest carried a weight I couldn’t name, and my heart felt like it was sinking in slow motion, too full of pain to beat properly. It was like I was forcing myself to stay alive through the day with chains no one could see.

The next morning, Audrey woke up slowly, the weight of the previous day’s problems still pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Every part of her body felt heavy, as if the emotional burden she carried had seeped into her muscles, making it impossible to shake off the exhaustion. She blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. The bed beneath her was warm, almost too comfortable, and she felt the urge to pull the covers over her head and sleep for a few more hours, to escape the reality that awaited her.

"There has to be something here." Hours roll into days as I pore over text after text. My mind is almost as fragmented as the text as I try to piece together snippets of information that might hold some clarity. Yet, with each passing moment, the weight of responsibility grows heavier upon my shoulders, threatening to crush me. I slam the book shut, a cloud of dust erupting from its pages. Frustration gnaws at me, my resolve wavering as I question whether I'm on the right path or if I'm wasting precious time. My heart hammers against my chest, the enormity of the task before me becoming almost too much to bear.

Feeling the weight of the room's collective gaze, David takes a deep breath, his voice calm yet filling with urgency. “I believe it would be perfect if you and that girl get married. Let’s not involve Jay in this matter.” Terry's confusion deepens as he tries to absorb his father's words. His mind races, searching for clarity amidst the jumble of emotions within him. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events, and the weight of the decision suddenly thrust upon him feeling overwhelming.

It was the feeling of doubt and fear for a change. The cold weather gave me goosebumps as I battled with my heavy luggages. It wasn’t just the luggages that felt heavy, my heart was heavy and filled with revenge. I pushed through with my burdens and luggages from the plane area to the terminal area where I bumped into something hard. ‘Oh my goodness’ I hissed as I tried to pile up my scattered bags back up on the carrier.

SIERRA I felt the weight of frustration press down on me like a boulder. Every time I tried to approach the barrier, a shockwave would blast me back, and each time it happened, the sting felt sharper. My body still hummed with the last hit, and my mind was clouded with doubt. I didn’t know what to do, what to try next. Nothing I had attempted had worked so far.

Compressed by stinking, slimy, weighty, clammy skin and bones. Only it’s not a continued attack, and it falls heavily, arms dropping, head landing with a crack on top of my skull as it collapses over me and sends me crumbling to the ground. Under its weight and smell, I have to writhe and wriggle and kick it off to get myself free. Captive by sheer gross heaviness for a minute until I fight it off and send it toppling back. Panting like I just ran a marathon, heart racing, and senses peaking to levels of awareness that are crazy.

Zara's POV The word lingered in the air like a poisonous fog. Trapped. I felt it settle deep in the hollow of my chest—heavy, suffocating, and immovable. It was a weight I couldn't push away, no matter how much my mind screamed for a different reality.

Present – Buried Alive A violent shock of adrenaline surged through me, snapping me back into the present. The weight of the dirt pressed against my chest, squeezing my ribs, making it impossible to take a full breath. My fingers twitched, barely able to move in the dense, suffocating soil. Every tiny shift felt like trying to push through concrete. My fingers twitch in the darkness, trying to claw upward. The soil shifts – just barely. Not enough. My lungs were burning. Each breath is shorter than the last. I tried to take in air, but the pressure was too much.