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.
The fight of the evening was pulling at him, anchoring him to a terrifying, beautiful realization. The restlessness wasn’t a curse; it was a compass. It was holding him close to the truth of why he was feeling so empty. He was chasing a version of success that required him to ignore his own soul. Parcels - Closetowhy
He threw off his covers and paced the floor, his shadow stretching long and distorted against the floorboards. He tried to force his eyes shut, but it was useless. As he set the phone back down, the