“you just… held it differently this time.” my grip, it felt unfamiliar, but the tremor wasn't fear, not entirely, it was almost... anticipation. and i didn't drop it. Yeah, sometimes it's like a different kind of strength, you know? Not fighting it, just… holding on, but not clenching your jaw the whole time. It's a weird feeling, like the weight is still there but it's not crushing you anymore, just… present. And you don't drop it. You just don't.