I am alright...
Lucian entered his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud. The lock clicked faintly, sealing him off from the world outside. Without another thought, he trudged toward his bed, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders like bricks.
He landed face-first onto the mattress, his arms stretched out, still wearing his shoes. They dangled loosely off the edge of the bed, not quite touching the floor.
"Ah, man… so exhausted," Lucian mumbled into the soft fabric of the bedspread. His voice was muffled, his body heavy with fatigue.
The room was silent for a moment, the kind of quiet Lucian needed after everything that had happened. But then
Ring. Ring.
His phone buzzed again, the sound grating against his already frayed nerves.
"Ugh…" Lucian groaned dramatically, dragging his hand to his pocket. With barely a glance at the screen, he brought the phone to his ear.