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.

Jordan and I will help you gather Angelina's belongings. You don't have to force yourself to do it," Jasper said, holding Landon’s trembling shoulders, his own

away his tears forcefully as he struggled to rise, using his arms for

ascend the staircase, Jasper's heart constricted

a time when mentioning Angelina would always bring a flamboyant grin to Landon's face. She wasn't just an employee; she was family—a loyal companion

room where Angelina had

table. Its simplicity belied the fact that

the space, remained by the door as Landon gently

evening gown, carefully preserved in plastic as if untouched by time. Tears welled in his eyes as memories flooded his

I needed a date for,” Landon said, his voice tinged with emotion as