I sat there in the quiet, the weight of the last conversation still lingering in my mind like a stubborn echo. A part of me wanted to keep digging—just one more question, one more thread to pull on, just to see what unravels. There were still things I didn't know. Still hints I could chase.
And maybe, in the past, I would have. My curiosity had teeth, and it had bitten me more than once. The temptation to push just a little further was always there, whispering in the back of my skull.
But… no.
I let out a long, slow breath, as if exhaling that compulsion. I'd done enough for now. I'd gone far enough. If I kept pressing, I'd only feed that restless hunger—the one that didn't know when to stop, the one that made me forget why I was even searching in the first place.
No. It was better to just wake up.
Yes. That's what I'll do. Wake up.
