POV: Maximillian Voss

The house was quiet now. The busy noise of the day had faded away, leaving behind a soft stillness that felt strange but also peaceful. I sat back in my chair, feeling the warmth of the coffee mug in my hands. The steam rose slowly, twisting and curling into the cool air like a small sign of hope. It was a hope I wasn’t sure I deserved, but I held onto it anyway. Outside the window, the world was moving on. Cars passed by quietly on the street. Voices drifted in the distance carried gently by the evening wind. But inside my head, everything was loud. My...