Roy shut the door to his room and leaned against it, breathing hard, as if he had run for miles. The hallway behind him faded into silence, but inside his chest everything roared—shame, panic, anger… and an overwhelming heaviness he couldn’t run away from.His eyes moved to the bed.That bed.The sheets were still scattered, still carrying the scent of a night he didn’t remember, a night he never chose. His stomach twisted painfully, bile rising in his throat. He turned away quickly, jaw tightening as helplessness threatened to swallow him whole.He didn’t allow himself to break down.Not here.Not in this house.Instead, he walked stiffly to the wardrobe, yanked it open, and pulled out his travel bag. The zip sounded too loud in the quiet room, cutting sharply through his already frayed thoughts.He forced himself to move—folding clothes without thinking, tossing toiletries into the bag, grabbing anything that belonged to him.The faster he packed, the better.The more he moved, the
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