Chapter 83- A Solution
AUTHORS POV~
He let out a deep, exhausted sigh, sinking further into the warm embrace of the black leather chair, a piece of furniture that had become almost a cocoon for him.
With every small movement, he felt an overwhelming heaviness settle over him; even actions that used to come so naturally, like breathing, now seemed like tedious tasks. His usual carefree smile had vanished, replaced by a look of fatigue that didn’t go unnoticed by Thomas.
"What’s wrong?" Thomas asked, his voice filled with genuine concern, the kind only people who had known each other for a long time could feel. He could see that Micheal was clearly struggling with something that was weighing heavily on his mind, and it made him uneasy but instead of answering, Micheal simply let out a muffled groan, shifting to find a more comfortable position on the sofa, but it was clear that no matter how he arranged himself, the discomfort lingered.
Setting the can of beer he had been casually sipping on down on the table, Thomas leaned in closer, his body language a silent invitation for Micheal to open up.
He released a soft, calming breath, his eyes fixed on his friend, trying to convey the warmth and understanding he felt deep inside.
"You really don’t have to bottle this shit up," he said, his tone laced with compassion, signaling to Micheal that he was there for him if he chose to share. The offer touched Micheal in a way that made him briefly consider opening up, but the thought of revealing his emotions to Thomas felt daunting. What could he possibly say? The source of his turmoil was a woman—a person he had no significant relationship with, and it felt utterly pathetic to be wallowing in such emotional distress over someone who didn’t belong to him in any meaningful way.
"I’m fine, just having a shitty day," Micheal replied, mustering a half-hearted smile as he sat up straighter. But even as he spoke the words, they felt hollow, insincere. He turned his gaze toward the clock on the wall, watching the second hand ticking away, an agonizing reminder of time slipping through his fingers, as if it was mocking the turmoil that churned inside him.
Thomas let out a deep, heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. He couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment that washed over him as he thought about Michael and his almost infuriating stubbornness. It wasn’t just a passing annoyance; it was as if he was watching a train wreck unfold in slow motion, fully aware of the inevitable crash but powerless to intervene. Michael had this ridiculous tendency to tackle his problems all on his own, convinced he could solve everything without a hint of help or advice.