The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly as we stood there, the world around us oblivious to the quiet struggle unfolding.
“I don’t want to make things worse,” I said, feeling the tension in my chest.
His eyes held a gratitude that felt undeserved.
“Thank you,” he murmured, a slight tremor in his voice.
I hesitated, the weight of responsibility pressing down hard.
“It’s not easy,” I admitted, more to myself than him.
He nodded, understanding without needing further explanation.
“Life rarely is,” he replied, a faint smile touching his lips.
We shared that moment, an unspoken connection bridging the gap between us.
It was a brief reprieve from the complexities waiting outside this quiet corner.
