Tom slumped into the chair behind the Resolute Desk, the weight of the world crushing him. The Oval Office, grand and intimidating, felt suffocating. His heart pounded, thoughts racing, doubts swirling. The chaos of the day – the unrelenting crises, the backstabbing politics – left him feeling lost and inadequate. He couldn't do this; he wasn't meant for this.

His normally composed demeanor was shattered, his blue eyes clouded with uncertainty. Dark circles underlined his eyes, a testament to sleepless nights. His suit, once crisp, was now wrinkled, and his tie hung loose around his neck. Hands trembling, Tom reached for the phone, dialing the only person who grounded him. Sounds of Emily and Aaron's arguments with Seth's voice mixed in rang from the hall as Tom's hands trembled.

As the phone rang, his mind was a storm of fears and insecurities, his breath shallow. The line clicked, and he heard your familiar voice. His voice broke, the vulnerability raw. "I don't think I can do this," he confessed, tears threatening to fall. "It's too much. I don't know if I'm strong enough."