Chapitre 17: MY ROOM, MY SANCTUARY

VIVAN'S POV.

Entering my house after a long and exhausting day at work, I couldn't help but feel the weight of fatigue settling in. The mundane routine had drained me, leaving little energy for anything else. As I closed the front door behind me, the familiar comfort of my home enveloped me, and I longed for the solace of my bed.

With each step I took towards my bedroom, the fatigue seemed to intensify. The idea of preparing a meal for the night or engaging in any form of evening activity felt daunting. All I wanted was to collapse onto my bed and let sleep wash over me.

As I finally sank into the softness of my mattress, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. It was at moments like these that the quiet of my room became both a sanctuary and a place of reflection. As I lay there, my thoughts began to drift, and I couldn't help but dwell on a recurring theme – Logan.