***James***
It feels much later than it actually is when we finally return home.
Though the clock reads just past six, exhaustion drags at my limbs as if it were already midnight. The day has been emotionally draining, and for the first time in a long while, I feel physically depleted—especially after the effort of blocking out thousands of people’s thoughts. But now that I’m home, I can finally let my guard down.
"I need to get out of this suit," I mutter to my mother before taking the stairs three at a time.
As I loosen my tie on the way up, the restriction feels even worse now that I know I can relax. A sigh escapes me the moment I shut my bedroom door, leaning against it for a brief second, letting myself breathe. My mind is exhausted, overwhelmed, screaming for something—anything—
