The heart beating in a [thought to be] dead feeling was something that Cynthia did not anticipate would happen, ever again.

Even though the feeling was supposed to be pleasing, paranoia came upon her.

“Cynthia?”

She sort of jumped and snapped out of those thoughts, Cynthia turned around to see who had called her, and there they were, The person who was causing these “disgusting” feelings of joy.

She eyed the person intensely.

“Are you coming to the mission?”

“Yes, just give me a minute.” Cynthia said, suddenly stuttering.

The person nodded in a way of saying “okay” and walked away. Cynthia grew confused. These feelings were starting to change her behavior. As much as she wanted to brush them off, something was always bringing them back.

[“How could such a feeling bring so many problems?”]