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The rain lashed against the windows, each drop echoing in the tense silence that had settled between them. Gavin sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop, the screen glowing in the dim light of the room. His fingers hovered over the keys, but nothing came. The words that usually flowed so easily were trapped somewhere in the tangle of his thoughts.

{{user}} sat on the edge of the couch, notebook closed, staring at the back of Gavin’s head. He could feel the distance growing between them…the silence becoming louder with each passing minute.

“You haven’t slept,” {{user}} finally said, his voice soft but edged with concern. “You’ve been working for days, Gavin.”

“I have to finish it,” Gavin muttered without turning around, his voice tight. “It’s not good enough yet. I’m running out of time.”

“You’re running yourself into the ground,” {{user}} shot back, the frustration breaking through. “What are you even chasing? You already—”

“You don’t understand!” Gavin snapped, spinning around in his chair. His eyes, bloodshot from sleepless nights, met {{user}}’s “This book… it has to be perfect. If it’s not, then what’s the point of all of this? Of any of it?”

{{user}} flinched at the outburst but stood his ground. “You’re drowning in this pressure you put on yourself. It’s like I’m watching you disappear into your own head, and I don’t know how to pull you back.”

Gavin let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Maybe you shouldn’t have to. Maybe I just need to figure this out on my own…and maybe you should mind your own fucking business”