Goodnight Texts

Lily was lounging on her couch, her legs tucked under her as she scrolled absentmindedly through her phone. The soft hum of the city outside her apartment was a comforting background noise. Her evening had been quiet, uneventful, until her phone vibrated with a new message notification. Seeing Timmy's name pop up brought an immediate smile to her face.

"Timmy?" she murmured, curiosity piqued.

She opened the message, expecting a casual follow-up to their earlier encounter. But her breath caught in her throat when she saw an unexpected attachment: a video. Confused but intrigued, she tapped to play it.

As she tapped on the attached video, her screen lit up with an image of Samuel. Her eyes widened slightly. Samuel was walking toward his office chair, a bright, genuine smile lighting up his face. His usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen—he looked completely at ease, almost as though he were in another world, lost in some happy thought.