AUTHORS POV~
He let out a deep, exhausted sigh, sinking further into the warm embrace of the black leather chair, a piece of furniture that had become almost a cocoon for him.
With every small movement, he felt an overwhelming heaviness settle over him; even actions that used to come so naturally, like breathing, now seemed like tedious tasks. His usual carefree smile had vanished, replaced by a look of fatigue that didn't go unnoticed by Thomas.
"What's wrong?" Thomas asked, his voice filled with genuine concern, the kind only people who had known each other for a long time could feel. He could see that Micheal was clearly struggling with something that was weighing heavily on his mind, and it made him uneasy but instead of answering, Micheal simply let out a muffled groan, shifting to find a more comfortable position on the sofa, but it was clear that no matter how he arranged himself, the discomfort lingered.