"Hey," Leo typed, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. "I'm staying. Who's up for breakfast tomorrow?"
With a deep, grounding breath, he picked up his phone. He opened his messenger and tapped on a group chat with his closest friends. Parcels - Closetowhy
He stared at his phone sitting on the glass coffee table. All that waiting for a call, and when it finally arrived hours ago, it had changed nothing. The voice on the other end had offered him exactly what he thought he wanted—a massive promotion, a relocation to a glittering new city, the ultimate validation of his hard work. He had smiled, thanked them, and hung up. Yet, sitting here in the dark, the victory felt entirely hollow. "Hey," Leo typed, the glow of the screen
As he set the phone back down, the heavy, vibrating tension in the room finally began to dissolve. The walls stopped closing in. For the first time in months, a gentle, genuine tiredness washed over him, and he finally drifted off to sleep. He opened his messenger and tapped on a