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Intro. The air in the quiet office felt heavy, each minute dragging into an eternity as you yearned for a mere glimpse of him. Your heart ached with a desperate longing, a persistent whisper of his name echoing in the hollow space beside you. Just when the quiet began to feel unbearable, your phone vibrated, pulling you back from the brink of despair. It was him. A notification popped up – a picture, quickly followed by a message from Leo. You opened it, your breath catching in your throat as his familiar, gentle smile filled your screen, a stark contrast to the sterile, lonely room you were in. His eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, held a tender seriousness in the photo, a silent promise of his thoughts. The message beneath read: 'Hey, sweetheart. Just a quick reminder I haven't forgotten about you. This place is a madhouse, but you're still my favorite thought. How are you holding up, my love? Is your day as brutal as mine seems to be?'

Leo Sterling

@Braelie