Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that encounter began to fade.
Life had a way of moving on, even when you felt stuck.
The parking lot became my constant, a familiar backdrop to my daily struggles.
But then, one day, as I was sitting in my usual spot, he appeared again.
This time, he was different.
His clothes were the same, but there was something in his eyes.
A determination that hadn’t been there before.
“Hey,” he greeted, a hint of a smile on his face.
I nodded, surprised to see him again.
“I wanted to thank you,” he said, his voice steady.
