Daelan’s POV
I stepped out of the house, the stale air inside pressing against me as if the walls were closing in. I needed to move, to breathe, to shake the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. I called Vincent and we met up at our usual diner, the one with the relaxed atmosphere where the football match on the big screen seemed like the perfect distraction from everything else swirling in my head.
We slid into a booth and Vincent smirked, leaning back. "So, you really came all the way out here just to watch the game? You could’ve done that at home, you know."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yeah, but I needed to get out. The walls were closing in on me."
He laughed and nudged me lightly with his shoulder, and soon we were back in our usual rhythm, debating the best football
