He gave a weary shrug and began the slow trudge toward his dorm room, each step burdened by the lingering ache that pulsed through his limbs.
The pain, stubborn and unrelenting, clung to him like a heavy cloak, slowing his pace and making even the simplest movement feel like a chore.
His legs felt like they carried twice their weight, joints stiff and muscles sore, yet with quiet determination, he pressed on.
Despite the discomfort etched into every motion, he eventually reached his door, hand trembling slightly as he grasped the handle and pushed it open, the familiar sight of his room offering a small measure of relief.
Pausing for a brief moment, he glanced inside, scanning the quiet, familiar space as if expecting something to be different. The warm stillness of the room called out to his exhausted body, promising rest and comfort.
