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adled a glass of deep red wine in my hand, watching the rich liquid swirl as I took a slow sip, savoring its velvety texture. Alone
in the familiar surroundings of this establishment just a few blocks from my office. The bar was usually a sanctuary, a place where I could unwind and forget the stres
were both a companion and a confessor, ready to absorb my unspoken thou
n my mind. How am I supposed to move through life when the weight of my thoughts clings to me like a suffocating fog? The shocked
lling at my senses. I stumbled my way home, each step a wobbly struggle, thoughts of the night swirling tumultuously. When I
ation, he offered a steady hand, leading me upstairs and guiding me to my room. He helped me settle onto my bed, the fami
he day replayed in my mind. I desperately tried to pat myself to sleep, but each attempt
he encounter kept looping in my head like a stubborn melody. His pois
critiques with a measured tone that felt both disapproving and distant. The image of that firm ex
y table, the soft glow of my desk lamp illuminating the pages of my book. Just
The door creaked open, and Ethan stepped inside, his brow furrowed with concern.
smile to reassure him. He glanced at me for a moment, his worry evident, but
ng far from home for a job opportunity, he welcomed me into his space without hesitation.
I leave if I wasn't going to work at her store. The leftovers she served me for d
an's friendship but also burdened
on the pages of my study material. The fatigue settled deep withi
re that should have filled me with joy. Yet, my anticipation of a relaxing evening d
I wanted to see after a long day of tasks and tension was him. In the grand narrative of my life, I often referre
rmured an apology. Yet, instead of stepping back, he closed th
sness flickering in his eyes. It was as if the world around us had faded away, leaving just the two of us in that c
and I desperately tried to push them aside. Surrendering to the overwhelming sensation, I forced my eyes