Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I can feel the city crumbling around me

Reverie was growing more upset by the moment. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was just the build-up of every single person reacting horribly to the news of her being pregnant. Whatever it was, it was quickly boiling over, and Moss became the target for weeks of building emotion. Reverie was, at the very least, predictable in her implosion.
She started to cry.
Is it because I'm pregnant? She questioned, not even registering Moss's sneeze or her comments. She didn't care. All she cared about was the expression she'd seen on Moss's face, the shock that she was so tired of dealing with from everyone. Bad enough that she had to deal with all these changes to her body; why did she have to deal with everyone else's feelings about it, too? Do you think I'm ugly now? She wasn't sure where that came from, to be honest; she was just upset and speaking nonsense now.