(Olivia)
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the dark room around me, listening to the sound of Derek’s even breathing. He’d fallen asleep not long after we’d gotten home.
I could still feel the ache in my shoulders, the tightness in my neck from the hours hunched over my laptop, and yet my mind wouldn’t rest. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t stop thinking. About the work, the deadlines, and about Derek.
I knew I’d been buried in work lately. The endless tasks, the late nights, the meetings, and handling the social media part—it was all piling up.
And every time I sat down to work, I thought about how, if I could just get it all done, we’d have more time for each other.
That’s what kept me going, kept me pushing through the exhaustion, the frustration. I thought if I cou
