Noah Hart sat at his desk, reviewing the latest reports on the health conditions of the animals he had treated that week.
He wore a gray dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, collar slightly open, and lightweight black slacks — a balance between comfort and professionalism.
His light brown hair was slightly tousled from a long shift, and a pair of glasses rested on the table, though he rarely used them.
The veterinary clinic was his greatest pride.
Every wall was covered with photos of rescued animals, every corner filled with the subtle scent of medicine and warmth.
Noah poured his heart and soul into ensuring that every patient, big or small, received the care they deserved.
But that night, his mind was restless.
He stared at the computer screen, but his thoughts drifted far away.
Something inside him whispered that this chapter was coming to an end.
That a different journey awaited — one he couldn't control or plan.
He stood up and walked to the window.
The city lights sparkled under the night sky, a scene of apparent peace.
His green eyes reflected not only the glow of the city but also a quiet determination.
Noah had always been the strategist, the perfectionist who never took a step without a plan…
But for the first time, he felt he needed to trust only his instincts.
He took a deep breath, searching for courage within his own lungs.
He grabbed his backpack resting in the corner — inside were the essentials: documents, first aid items, and a small photo he always carried with him.
Before leaving, he looked back one last time at the clinic.
The familiar scent, the silence of late-night shifts, the records of every life that had passed through there… all of it was part of who he was.
"I hope I'm doing the right thing," he whispered to himself.
He locked the door with a firm click.
And as he turned his back on the clinic, he felt that each step was leading him toward the unknown — but also the inevitable.
He was ready for whatever came next.