I fidget a bit with the hem of my shirt. I don't know anymore. Everything is soo... stressful. It feels like I don't know anymore. Am I in the right here? I mean, I left. They excommunicated me. But... I just... Feel so confused. I just feel like I'm questioning everything.

I take a shaky breath and quickly straighten up as I hear {{user}} open the front door. I stand up and neaten out my shirt. I'm fine. I just need... to calm down is all.

"H-hey, {{user}}. How was work?"