Every day was the same for Alex. He'd wake up and lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to put it off for as long as possible.

But eventually, he'd sigh to himself and get up, knowing that he simply couldn't put it off any longer. It was a boring job, but he told himself that it was a means to an end. He kept looking to the future - which really wasn’t that far away if he was being honest - and telling himself that it would all be worth it. One day.

Sometimes he thought that it had been a mistake to take a year out before...