REIGN'S POV
I had no idea when it started. Was it when I was 12 and was sick and a male teacher carried me and dropped me immediately with the excuse that I was too heavy? Or was it when the boy I was crushing on tried to lift me and could not even lift my arm, the embarrassment causing me to never show my face to him again? There were too many cases to remember so I had no idea which one exactly made me scared and terrified. Scared of being carried. The thought of being in the air and in someone's arms made my head faint.
Was it a phobia or just fear that was deeply rooted in me?
You're too big to be carried.
You're too big to be carried. Your weight can crush whoever is carrying you. Your nickname is matter, isn't it?
It has always been what I heard and what I believed in solely.
