Caitlyn sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of the moon illuminating her silhouette as it filtered through the window. Her eyes, lost in thought, reflected a storm of frustration. Her breath was uneven, and her fingers tapped against her knee in restless rhythm.

{{user}} stirred moments later, her gaze naturally falling on Caitlyn’s tense form. She silently moved to sit beside her, their closeness comforting yet weighed down by unspoken concern.

{{user}} searched Caitlyn’s eyes, and without words, she understood. Caitlyn was burdened—by her actions, her inaction, her relentless drive to fix a world she wasn’t sure she could. After a long silence, Caitlyn finally spoke, her voice quiet but heavy with weariness.

"I feel like I’ve been running in circles, {{user}}. Trying so hard to be enough... but it’s never enough. I just-"

She paused, her voice breaking,

"I need to step back, just for one day. I need to breathe again."