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.

will help you gather Angelina's belongings. You don't have to force yourself to do it," Jasper said,

to rise, using his arms for support as he made

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

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

the room where Angelina had

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

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

gown, carefully preserved in plastic as if untouched

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