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.

buried his head in his arms, his body wracked with silent cries. “Landon, Jordan and I will help you gather Angelina's belongings. You

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

stubborn yet fragile form ascend

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

reached the room

table. Its simplicity belied the fact that it had once

to disturb the sanctity of the space, remained by the door as Landon gently brushed his fingertips across the desk's surface, sensing the lingering scent of Angelina on the unwrinkled

in plastic as if untouched by time. Tears

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 stunning she