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~Lisa's POV
I closed the door of my room and leaned against it, finally breathing out the weight of the day. The picnic had been fun, too fun, maybe. I had laughed, run around, and for a while forgotten everything that pressed down on me. But now, as I pulled at the knot of my dress and let it fall from my shoulders, I felt it all at once.
A sharp ache shot through my legs. My body grew heavy, like my bones were made of stone. I tried to move toward the bed, but halfway there I sank to the floor. My hands pressed against the rug, my breath uneven.
Why now? I thought. I had just pushed myself too much. Yet, I couldn't even lift myself up.
The door creaked. I froze, embarrassed.
"Lisa?" Damon's voice cut through the silence. His tall frame filled the doorway, eyes narrowing when he saw me on the floor. "What happened? Are you okay?"
I swallowed, trying to sound calm. "I… I can't move. My legs..they feel too heavy. I guess I tired myself out at the picnic."
