Diana and Daniel walked out of the school gate together, both looking drained. The excitement of other students filled the air—groups of friends chatting animatedly, laughter echoing as everyone buzzed about the upcoming weekend. But for Diana and Daniel, today had been exhausting. Diana's muscles ached from badminton, while Daniel's mind felt like it had been wrung dry after the unexpected change in the seating plan and his tense interactions with Luna.
They boarded the bus in silence, sinking into the worn seats and immediately closing their eyes, letting out deep sighs of relief. The hum of the bus and the distant chatter of other passengers washed over them, and they rested, each lost in their own thoughts, until the bus finally pulled up to their stop.
Squinting against the setting sun as they stepped off the bus, they shuffled down the quiet street toward their house, their steps slow and weary. The neighborhood was peaceful, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining the sidewalk. As they reached the house, Daniel gave Diana a quick nod.
"See ya," he muttered, his voice heavy with fatigue.
Diana nodded back, not trusting herself to speak without letting her exhaustion show. She turned and headed toward the backyard. Reaching the ladder to the attic, she gripped the rungs tightly, her arms trembling from the effort as she began to climb. Her muscles burned with each step, and by the time she pushed her chest over the edge of the attic opening, she could barely keep herself steady. She tried to pull herself up, but her strength gave out, and she toppled forward, landing hard on the attic floor with a dull thud.
"Ugh, aghh…" she groaned, clutching her head as pain flared through her skull. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and wincing at the sting, before finally sitting up and leaning against the wall, her eyes closing in exhaustion.
Meanwhile, in his room, Daniel sat at his desk, his laptop screen glowing softly in the dim light. He was playing a video game, the rapid clicking of keys and mouse echoing in the quiet room. The game offered a brief escape from the heaviness of the day, but even that was starting to feel like a chore.
After finishing a match, he leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. His eyes wandered around his room—papers scattered on the floor, clothes piled up on the bed, his desk cluttered with empty cups and random stuff. For some reason, it all felt more noticeable now. Usually, his mind would just glaze over the mess, like it was part of the background. But now, it was like the chaos was staring back at him, demanding his attention.
Daniel frowned. Maybe it was everything that had happened recently, but he felt an urge to do something about it. Standing up, he started picking up the clothes, folding them absentmindedly before setting them aside. He gathered the papers from the floor, stacking them on the desk, and tossed the empty cups into the trash. The room slowly began to look less like a battlefield and more like a place he could actually breathe in.
When he finally finished, he stood in the middle of the room, looking around. It wasn't perfect, but it felt a little better—like he'd managed to clear a tiny bit of space in his mind, too.
That night, both Diana and Daniel fell asleep early, the weight of the day's exhaustion pulling them under quickly. Diana lay curled up on the old mattress in the attic, covered by a thin bedsheet and an even thinner blanket. Her breathing was steady, her body nestled into the small space she had made her own.
Downstairs, Daniel was sprawled across his bed, still in his clothes, not even bothering to get under the covers. He lay on his stomach, one arm dangling over the edge, too tired to care about anything except the comfort of sleep.
The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of the wind outside. For a while, at least, they both found some semblance of peace in the stillness of the night.