-POV Derby
The weight finally settled on me sometime after four in the afternoon, when the office had grown quiet and the only sound left was the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional ping of another notification I no longer had the strength to check.
I was still at my desk, staring at the same unfinished line in the report I had been pretending to work on for the last two hours. My hands rested on the keyboard, but my fingers wouldn’t move. They felt heavy, useless, like they belonged to someone else. Everything felt like it belonged to someone else — the desk, the chair, the life I had carefully built before Jordan walked into it and turned everything upside down.
The pressure had been building all day, layer after layer, until it finally became too much.
First it was th
