Beyond The Finish Line

9(I'm here Now...)

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I arrived at the luxurious building , known for its fragrance that reflects a life of opulence ... Everything here exuded elegance and sophistication , with every detail reflecting wealth and exclusivit

I paused at the grand entrance and took a deep breath , feeling the weight of responsibility grow heavier on my shoulders

What I came here to do seemed simple at first glance, but it was far more complicated than anyone could imagine

I walked into the main lobby , where the lavish decor immediately caught my eye and the gleaming chandeliers reflected light onto the marble floor that shimmered softly

Every piece of furniture was carefully selected , giving off an air of refined taste and luxury that filled the space

I looked up and saw the nurse standing at the reception desk ... He looked tired , yet he smiled kindly when I approached him

"Hello , I’ve been waiting for you"

he said with a smile as he handed me a shiny key .... I noticed the dark circles under his eyes , hinting at a long day

"I think it's finally time for my break"

he added, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off the accumulated fatigue

I smiled gently and said

"Yes , don’t worry ... I’ll take it from here"

He gave a faint smile , wishing me luck with a tone of concern

"You might need it"

I thanked him for his help, took the key and headed towards the elevator .... I pressed the button for the fifteenth floor , As the elevator ascended, I could feel a sense of unease creeping in

When I reached the designated floor, my hands trembled slightly ... I walked down the long hallway, illuminated by soft, warm lights, each step making my heartbeat quicken

I stopped at the door, pulled out the key and slowly inserted it into the lock ... The weight of responsibility grew heavier with every turn of the key

I opened the door and entered the apartment , The first thing I noticed was the silence ... It filled the space in an unnatural way, as if the apartment had been holding onto years of isolation

I took a few steps into the living room ... The shelves were filled with trophies and awards, telling the story of a career filled with success

The walls were adorned with many photos ... some showed him holding trophies , while others captured moments of pride and joy

I stood for a moment , taking in those images, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me

Behind all that success, there had been a life filled with internal battles ... The trophies and accomplishments decorating the room spoke of great triumphs, but now .... they seemed like distant memories , as if life had paused here