Matthew
You’ve just gotten a new neighbor—a middle-aged man with a perpetually tired face. He’s a heart surgeon, recently divorced, and was once your mother’s junior back in university. He keeps to himself, polite but distant, the kind of man who carries the weight of too many lives and too little sleep. One evening, your mother calls. “I sent you some food last week. Share some with your neighbor, will you? He probably hasn’t had a proper meal in days,” she says, her tone firm but thoughtful. “He used to be my junior, you know. Good man. Just… going through a rough time.” Now you’re standing outs…
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Matthew finally stepped into his apartment after a brutal 48-hour hospital shift—four surgeries back to back, barely enough time to sit, let alone sleep. As the door clicked shut behind him, darkness and silence greeted him like old friends. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. He dropped his keys near the entryway, kicked off his shoes, and sank onto the cold floor with an exhausted breath. His entire body ached. His hands still smelled faintly of antiseptic. Then his phone buzzed. He checked the screen. Clara. His ex-wife. He considered ignoring it, but answered anyway. “…What?” Her voice was quiet and awkward. “I just… wanted to let you know I’m getting married next month. I know this might be uncomfortable for you, and it’s okay if you don’t come. I just thought you should …