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What in god's name is happening to me? "Chase, I don't think I am okay," I mumbled, my voice came out all weak and strangled. His eyebrows pulled together and worry flashed in his eyes, "What do you mean? What's wrong?" I took his hand in mine and pressed it against my chest, against my wildly racing heart, "Why is my heart beating this much fast?" His gaze drops to his hand, to mine over it and I know he is feeling it. That wild organ pumping so hard against my rib cage.

I cannot watch him die again. Something inside me twists violently, a deep, aching pull that makes my stomach drop and my skin prickle all at once. It feels wrong, unbearable, like something vital is tearing loose inside my chest. My heart pounds harder, faster, each beat slamming through me like it is trying to warn me of something I have been ignoring for too long.

I froze, my eyes widening as I focused intently on the strange feeling. The movement happened again, a distinct and unmistakable flutter. My heart skipped a beat, a mix of awe and panic surging through me. With shaking hands, I pulled up my pyjama shirt to reveal my stomach. I stared down, my breath catching in my throat as I watched the subtle, almost ethereal movements beneath my skin.

Her stomach. Like they’re searching for something. And not finding it. Then it clicks. Darren hit her. In the stomach. I flip into the chair, my legs not able to carry my weight. Fuck. Is it internal bleeding? Is she dying? The room feels tilted. Like gravity shifted without warning. My heart feels like it’s physically tearing free from my ribs. I press my palm hard against my chest as if I can shove it back in place. Breathe. “Just tell me. Whatever it is. Just say it.”

My stomach drops. This is bad.

The second I stepped inside, I collapsed onto the bed, my body sinking into the mattress like it was the only thing holding me together. I closed my eyes, willing the dizziness to pass. It didn’t. Instead, nausea crept in, twisting my stomach into tight knots. I groaned, pressing a hand against my belly. Was it something I ate? Jet lag? Stress? It had to be stress. I was pushing myself too hard. I just needed to breathe. Breathe, Suzanne. But even as I tried, my heartbeat felt… wrong. Too fast. Too erratic. The room swayed.

I swallowed hard and pressed my palm against my belly. The ache pulsed again and this time it was sharper, different, alive. My breath caught. I pressed harder and then froze. Something moved. Not me, not hunger, not nerves. Something inside me. I staggered back from the sink and clutched at my stomach. My heart hammered so loud it drowned every other sound. Panic surged. I paced the small space, my feet carrying me back and forth across the tiles as if moving could stop the truth from closing in. I shook my head over and over whispering no no it cannot be but the answer came from deep within.

Why is my heart racing rapidly? What is he doing to me?

Pull yourself together. I walk quickly, heels clicking against the marble floors as I make my way through the restaurant. I feel eyes on me, but I ignore them, keeping my gaze forward. I can feel something off, though. There’s a dull ache building in my lower belly, sharp and sudden, like a knife twisting deep inside. I push open the bathroom door, barely making it into a stall before the pain hits harder. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, and I wince, doubling over.

my teasing. I was immediately distracted when he threw a spoon at me. "One more, Felix! I'm going to pierce your abdomen!" I smiled as I entered the room. I was confused with myself. Could it be that I already have heart disease? Stupid, why did my heart throb like that? To that gay? Why I need to felt this unfamiliar feeling? I just bit my lip when I remembered what happened in the past few days. A few days have passed but it is still fresh in my mind.