I lean back in my chair, staring at the stacks of magazines piled on my desk, each one a testament to the hard work my team and I had put in over the past few months. As the Head of the Magazine Department, I had poured my heart and soul into every issue, but today is different.
Today, the thrill of our latest release feels muted, overshadowed by the heavy weight of Iris's words from last night echoing in my mind: "I need space."
When she had said it, the world had momentarily stopped. I had watched her expression shift from frustration to sadness, and it had pierced through me like a knife. I never wanted to hurt her, yet I felt the distance growing between us, and I knew I had to respect her choice.
But the thought of being apart from her feels unbearable.
