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.

with silent cries. “Landon, 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 eyes red

to rise, using

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

bring a flamboyant grin to Landon's face. She wasn't just

the room where Angelina had

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

disturb the sanctity of the space, remained by the door as Landon gently brushed his fingertips across the desk's surface,

beheld each luxurious evening gown, carefully preserved in plastic as if untouched by

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