Click.
Shut.
Lock.
The soft click of the door settling into place behind him brought an end to the whirlwind of the day.
Steve exhaled heavily, dragging his coat off his shoulders with a sluggish arm and tossing it towards a chair, missing by a mile. He didn't care. Right now, everything else could go to hell.
With a dull thud, his body collapsed onto the mattress, limbs sprawled like a corpse tossed in frustration.
He bounced slightly against the softness, then groaned—a sound that came from the soul.
"God, what a first day..." he muttered under his breath, stretching out like a lazy cat.
His fingers clenched the comforter beneath him, as if clinging to some sense of normalcy.
'A lot happened. But really, not even that much. Weird, huh?'
His mind flicked through moments like snapshots—some vivid, others half-formed.
Mary's smile flashed across his memory, followed by the way she had looked at him, full of trust… naive trust.
