Dylan's POV I look at the screen for a long time, but I don’t type anything back. My fingers become still, my chest feels tight and my head won’t slow down. I don’t like the question, and I don’t like how it feels too close to something real. So I close the laptop and push it away. “I’m not answering that,” I mutter, standing up.The room feels too quiet now, so I grab my jacket and walk away from the desk. I don’t want to think of anything right now and I don’t want to sit there anymore. If I sit there, I’ll open that message again, and I don’t want to do that. So it is better I leave it alone and go to bed.The next morning, I wake up before my alarm rings, already feeling stressed. The gray light comes through the curtains while tiredness sits heavily behind my eyes. I stay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling while my head already spinning ahead toward work.I drag myself out of bed and quickly get ready, hoping moving around will help ease the stress in my chest. But it
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