Something Else

ility that threatened to bury him alive. The air hung heavy with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, a familiar aroma that now only served to amplify his exhaustion. Two years ago, his f

a legacy but a suffocati

calls, and strained smiles forced onto his face. Sleep was a luxury he barely afforded himself, his dreams haunted by the relentless demands of the company. Even the quiet moments, usually a refuge, were filled wit

ss that had now turned against him. He'd excelled, surpassing even his father's expectations, but at what cost? He had sacrificed his personal life, his relationships, even his own sense of self,

f the city. The city lights, usually a beacon of success and opportunity, felt cold and isolating. He felt a deep, profound loneliness he hadn't anticipated. It wa

ng Christmas alone in the sterile confines of his city apartment, surrounded by the symbols of his success and the ghosts of his past, was

his phone, and a small bag. He didn't even bother to inform anyone. He simply walked

cating embrace, guided only by the faint whisper of a yearning for something more, something real. He didn't have a d