Standing in the doorway of his apartment, Alex feels fatigue gradually shifting into quiet relief; he is here again, in this sheltered corner where every sound is familiar and nothing startles him.
The empty living room is cast in the dim, trembling glow of a rainy morning.
Пальцы лениво перебирают телефон на столе.
Tuesday drags its lazy feet as the city outside pulses with anxious streams of light.
In the bustling city where dawns are painted with routine and restlessness, Ethan spent years feeling like a finely tuned cog in a machine: home, office, friends, the usual smiles, conversations that skimmed the surface but never touched what truly mattered.
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