Not a mistake. Not something I regret.
Just…mine.
A night that existed outside of reality. A memory I’ll never share.
The drinks keep coming, and the night stretches on, laughter and celebration a steady pulse around me. My chest swells with something that should be pure pride, untainted by anything else.
This is what I wanted. A future waiting for me. A new team. A new title. And no distractions.
That’s what matters.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself.