(Micah)
As I lay in bed, I heard Landon’s footsteps fading down the hallway, off to fetch me that soup I'd been craving.
I shifted on the mattress, the quiet settling in around me, making me think about everything that had happened.
My chest felt tight like it always did when the stress started piling up.
One thing after another. It’s like I couldn’t get a break.
Thoughts drifted back to my parents, specifically my father, who always seemed too busy to notice much about my life, wrapped up in his work.
My mother, on the other hand, never missed a chance to dictate my every move.
She was always there, her opinions louder than my voice, suffocating me.
I wanted to live my own life and make my own choices, but she never gave me the freedom.
And when things with Landon had gott
