The quiet of the house is deafening. Everyone's gone back to their lives, their routines. And I'm here, surrounded by remnants of a holiday that never quite felt real. The gym is mocking me. Every ache a reminder. I saw my reflection, a stranger staring back, and for a second, I didn't recognize him. The reunion looms. Do they feel it too? This…weight of years? Or am I just the only one still clinging to a past that never was? I need to stop. Just breathe. It doesn't feel like enough