Can’t Win Me Back

As Landon entered the living hall, his eyes reddened from the emotions swelling within him. Everything appeared unchanged, as if nothing had occurred.

A gentle voice, once a source of comfort, broke the silence. "Mr. Landon, you're back.”

“I'm back," he choked out. His smile, though warm, faded as he realized there would be no reply to follow.

With a heavy thud, Landon's knees buckled beneath him. He crumpled onto the floor, his once sturdy frame folding inward. Silent sobs wracked his body as he curled into a ball.

"Landon!"

"Mr. Landon!"

Jasper and Jordan rushed to his side; concern etched on their faces. But the only response was the quiet sound of wet tears hitting the ground.

I will help you gather Angelina's belongings. You don't have to force yourself to

as he struggled to rise, using his arms for support as he made his way

yet fragile form ascend the staircase,

to Landon's face. She wasn't just an employee; she was family—a loyal

the room

pristine, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a table. Its simplicity belied the fact that it had once

and Jordan, hesitant to disturb the sanctity of the space, remained by the door as Landon gently brushed

gown, carefully preserved in plastic as if untouched by time.

to every business party I needed a date for,” Landon said, his voice tinged with emotion as he lifted out a chili-red evening gown. “I'll never forget how