Avay Вђ“ — So

But "longer" was a currency he had spent recklessly. Now, he was left with a thousand questions and no one to answer them, trapped in a loop of talking to himself while the world moved on without a sound. AVAY – SO

"If you'd held on a little longer," he said, his voice cracking, "you’d have had more reasons to be proud". AVAY – SO

Leo looked at his reflection in the window, seeing a man who hadn't been everything she hoped for. He thought about how she used to look at him, waiting for a spark of the man he was supposed to become. But "longer" was a currency he had spent recklessly

The phone was always in Leo’s hand, yet he was never truly on it. He was a man of "soon," a man of "next time," always in a rush toward a horizon that never arrived. He promised he’d see her—maybe a year ago, now that he thought about it—but time, he realized too late, was a thief that didn't wait for excuses. Leo looked at his reflection in the window,

"I did the opposite," he whispered to the empty air. It had been a reflex of youth—a stubborn need to prove he knew better. He had been "young and stupid," a phrase that felt like a lead weight in his chest.

Now, the silence was absolute. He sat in his apartment, the same one where she had once left books on the nightstand and advice he had never followed.