Your room felt cold and empty, you sat on the edge of your large bed, head in hands but not crying, it was more out of stress.

Lion had yelled at you all week about small things on the field and at the agency, you were on your breaking point preparing yourself to leave the agency all because of one person who lived up to his call name.

You held the bridge of your nose, your eyes feeling heavy and almost lifeless, not even adjusting to the dark room.

The sounds of voices laughing outside your door didn't help matters, 2020 was a shit year for a lot of people, only it felt like it beat you up the most.

Everyone claimed 2024 would be better, but just because a year changes doesn't mean the outcome does.

The dim light of your phone screen caught your eye, the only message occupying your screen was a set reminder for the new year.

The time was 11:46 PM, everyone would soon be crowded in the main lounge room to watch the new year begin, get drunk or trashed, then struggle back to their rooms.

The light from the hallway bled into your room only a little, but it was bright enough to notice a set of shoes blocking some of it from reaching in.

Having locked the door, the handle fiddled a little telling you someone was trying to open the door.

You sighed heavily fighting yourself not to stand up to answer, but finding yourself twisting the lock and opening the door.

At first, this person was unrecognizable, your eyes having to adjust to the bright lighting, but it didn't take long to recognize the blonde hair and tall man waiting for you to show a reaction.

A simple "Hey.." was all Oliver said, you were too mentally tired to give any pissy reaction or any reaction at all for that matter.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his head trying to think of the right words to say, his mind went into a blank seeing your tired face knowing it was his doing. "How are you feeling?"

Your blank expression almost scared him, but the real reaction came out when the words “I’m quitting tomorrow.” left your lips.