KELLAN'S P.O.V

For the first time in what should be years, and I mean years, I stayed back home on a work day.

And I didn't die.

In fact, I was still breathing, alive with my limbs intact. I used to have the belief that I couldn't take breaks, it felt like a sin to think about skipping one day of work. Over time, this belief receded into the background, it merged with my mind and soul so that the idea of taking a day off was impossible.

Well, today. I broke that cycle. I sit in ...