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But tonight, just like every other night, the silence of the room was loud. The white plaster walls seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting with an energy of their own. All that space inside the walls felt intensely alive, mocking his stillness.

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. Parcels - Closetowhy

With a deep, grounding breath, he picked up his phone. He opened his messenger and tapped on a group chat with his closest friends. But tonight, just like every other night, the

"Hey," Leo typed, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. "I'm staying. Who's up for breakfast tomorrow?" just like every other night