“But you came,” he said.
I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at me anymore.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I came.”
He leaned back against me, settling in, his breathing steady, his weight familiar again in a way that felt earned this time.
Outside, the evening moved like any other, cars passing, neighbors talking, life continuing without pause or acknowledgment.
Inside, things were different, not fixed, not simple, but real in a way they had not been before.
And for the first time since that phone call, that felt like something I could live with.
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