I woke up with the weight of reality on my shoulders and, looking for an escape valve in the midst of sadness, I sheltered my thoughts in my apartment. In that lonely corner, only one person seemed to have answers: Finn. Without much thought, I sent him a message expressing my desire to see him.
The dim lamplight illuminated the room as I anxiously awaited Finn's reply. Each second stretched on, filling me with uncertainty. Finally, the phone vibrated, revealing a glimmer of hope in the form of a message from Finn, agreeing to meet me.
Finn appeared at my apartment with a bag of chips, as if trying to divert attention from the tension that filled the air. His friendly gesture became an attempt to ease the emotional burden weighing between us. The crunchy bags and salty aroma took over the atmosphere, and for a moment, the anxiety seemed to dissolve.
