Avay Вђ“ So Official

The phone was always in Leo’s hand, yet he was never truly on it. He was a man of "soon," a man of "next time," always in a rush toward a horizon that never arrived. He promised he’d see her—maybe a year ago, now that he thought about it—but time, he realized too late, was a thief that didn't wait for excuses.

Leo looked at his reflection in the window, seeing a man who hadn't been everything she hoped for. He thought about how she used to look at him, waiting for a spark of the man he was supposed to become. AVAY – SO

But "longer" was a currency he had spent recklessly. Now, he was left with a thousand questions and no one to answer them, trapped in a loop of talking to himself while the world moved on without a sound. AVAY – SO The phone was always in Leo’s hand, yet