The night stretched on, each tick of the clock a reminder of the hours slipping away.
In the quiet of the living room, I tried to gather my thoughts, but they scattered like leaves in the wind.
My partner found me there, eyes searching mine for answers I didn’t have.
“What do we do?”
His voice was low, tinged with a worry that mirrored my own.
“I don’t know.”
The admission felt heavy, almost like a betrayal.
Silence hung between us, filled with all the things we couldn’t say.
“We have to do something,” he insisted, a note of desperation creeping in.
“I know.”
