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Her breath hitched. She gripped the bench slats. “This is ridiculous,” she whispered to the daisy. “I’m having a happy heart panic.”
Elara should have felt light. Instead, she felt the ground give way. Happy Heart Panic
The flamenco softened into a waltz. The cliff edge became solid ground. And the joy, once so sharp it hurt, settled into a warm, humming glow in her stomach. Her breath hitched
She took a slow, shaking breath. Then another. “I’m having a happy heart panic
Her heartbeat didn’t race with fear. It raced with a terrifying, unfamiliar joy. It was a flamenco dance in her chest—too loud, too fast, too happy to be safe. Her palms were sweaty, not from dread, but from the sheer pressure of goodness .
Elara closed her eyes. She did the only thing she knew how to do when her body betrayed her. She leaned into it.