Love Syndrome

, she wrestled with the idea of abandoning the comforting cocoon of her bed, adorned with a weighted blanket and surrounded by

reluctantly extricated herself from the warmth of her bed. Descending from her sleeping sanctuary, she reached for her phone, navigating through a sea of notifications an

g her thoughts with a light slap to her face. "You have a car, an apartment, a stable income, and you're diligently paying off loans without missing a deadline. How many 1

le strolling, commuting to offices, and navigating their way to various destinations. The drive to the nearest cafe blurred through the short distance, and

er order and inquired, "For here or to go?" "To go," Anita replied, her anticipation evident. As she awaited her order, she found a seat near the glass wall. The mellow tones of pop m

et, and a gentleman kindly returned it, sparking a conversation that ended with shared laughter and exchanged numbers. A man in a blue suit hurriedly ran, likely la

. After returning the pages to their place, she perused the content, pausing at certain words. A sigh escaped her lips. The owner of the document was nowhere in sight. In a moment of internal debate, Anita noticed sticky notes and a pen on the table. Retriev

ckoned, "Are you coming, girly? Jason and I are waiting for you before starting the meeting." "I am on my way," Anita res