The thoughts of having something as heavy as that permanently inside me is enough to make me afraid for my life.
What if I end up dead? What if the heaviness of the headphone like thing cause a major complication in me?
"You don't have to worry your pregnant head about it. It's in form of magic, you don't have to be afraid of any complications as it have none." Standing from the bed, he walked back to the wardrobe.
"You're saying there's nothing to fear About it?" I gave him a dubious look one that proves how much I trust his words. I don't believe them, not at all.
I know Meka won't harm me, but I can't help the thoughts of that being the case taking route in me.
I felt like having something that's that heavy can crush my brain without much Ado.
"You don't have to be Afraid of anyt
