I exhale, running a hand through my hair. I’ve got bigger things to deal with.
My family.
The weight of everything back home. The pressure. The expectations. The things I can’t outrun forever.
This?
This was just a break. A distraction. Something to burn through the chaos in my head for one night. That’s all it ever was.
And so, I do what I do best.
I let it go.
At least, I try to.