Noticing that I was lost in thought, Macy let out a small, helpless sigh, her tone steady but firm. "Forget it. Keep holding on to Ashton. You won't let go until disappointment forces you."
She paused, then walked into the bathroom, the soft closing of the door leaving her words hanging in the air. I didn't respond. Deep down, I knew she was right.
When she came out again, she dried her hair while glancing at me casually. "What do you want to eat later?"
"Anything is fine," I replied.
I couldn't help but feel a quiet sense of envy toward her. Macy was decisive, clear in what she wanted, while I always lingered in uncertainty. Over time, that hesitation had started to wear on me, and I knew others had noticed it too.
Q City was the kind of place meant for living. Life here moved at an unhurried pace, with comfortable surroundings, mild weather, and good food. Whether in the center or at the edges, everything carried a calm, balanced energy.
