Grief never bursts forth all at once, but rather nibbles at the heart bit by bit, in an orderly and gradual fashion.
Kiara had treated the sorrow of many family members of terminal patients, and now it was her turn, finally experiencing the pain that pierces the heart.
From the initial disbelief, to the self-questioning why on the way back home, until now when grief tightly enveloped her, clamping down on her heart making it difficult to break free.
An incurable disease, a heartache that kills.
Kiara tried to use her professionalism to adjust her emotions, only to find after a long time that she could not remember any techniques.
She thought she was already very strong, that even against someone of Akatenango's level, she would have the strength to compete, but now she realized she was still naive like a child.
She didn't know how much time had passed, just feeling her heart ache in waves, time seemed to slow down for her.
