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.

“Landon, Jordan and I will help you gather Angelina's

Landon insisted, wiping away his tears forcefully as he struggled to rise,

his friend's stubborn yet fragile form ascend the staircase, Jasper's heart constricted

bring a flamboyant grin to Landon's face. She wasn't just an employee; she

the room where Angelina had

bed, a wardrobe, and a table. Its simplicity

the sanctity of the space, remained by the door as Landon gently brushed his fingertips

beheld each luxurious evening gown, carefully preserved in plastic as if untouched by time. Tears welled in

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