the healer.

Robust string of emotions had never been a habitual fragment for one that had coarsed through life sputtering pretenses –– a gander would exhibit too much of the debris they had rounded within a veil; cracks, febbleness, a person beneath the lingering enigma. Yet fortitudes collided and collapsed altogether when they discovered themself in a predicament where they could scantily restrain aches, both physical and at times, mental, the grueling burden they had been carrying a little more heavier these past couple of months with how their baby seemed to refuse socking himself out of their belly and with the additional outburst of panic, anxiety lapped over their senses, declining interlude in-between the horror they had just imbibed on the Ferris Wheel ride ( safe to say it was another hushed case –– a fear of heights rolled within the tongue of bravado ) and then the shut-down, the cryptic message, and the fact that their spouse was still nowhere to be discovered. Trust had been handed to them for a long time, knowledge that they were able to care for themselves, but it was impossible still –– not to worry, not to sense dread filling up their stomach as others shrieked and expressed their bewilderment. Deciding to sit down on one of the benches, the brunette licked their lips, unfamiliar tears brimmed, no matter how much their ears had deceived them lately, the muffled noises were sufficient for a sturdy, intangible chokehold. Without realizing it, they became red-cheeked, wetted from the sobs they hadn’t realized had begun to escape. Upon recognizing that they, themself, had become a spectacle to some, Sera hurriedly swept their eyes with their arm. Calm down. Calm down. “Sorry. Sorry, it’s just that my partner hasn’t come back and it’s been –– who knows how long. I think he was supposed to come back here fast, but I ––” curse pregnancy for altering them into a tumbled pile of mess like this, “I don’t even know how much time has passed. I’m terrified, something could have happened to him.”