Cyril
I sat in my apartment, the light from the city casting shadows on my walls as I stared blankly at my phone.
It had been a few days since I had gone to the concert with Liam, and the adrenaline of the night had long since faded.
I hadn’t heard from him since, which was typical. I didn’t expect constant messages, but I had hoped for at least one or two.
A simple check-in, maybe a text saying, “Had fun the other night?”
I sighed, tossing the phone onto the coffee table.
I didn’t have the energy to think about that right now.
The rush of escaping my reality had been refreshing, but it hadn’t erased the fact that my life was still tangled in complications, especially the ones I couldn't outrun.
My gaze drifted to the stack of papers on my desk, work I had been avoiding.
Des
