That afternoon, I decided to take a walk to clear my mind. The kitchen felt stifling, the smell of stale coffee clinging to the air. As I grabbed my coat, I heard the familiar ping of an email notification from my phone. It was my boss, reminding me of the project deadline. I sighed, tucking the phone into my pocket, trying to focus on the fresh air outside.
Outside, the world moved in its own rhythm, indifferent to my worries. Cars passed by with a steady hum, and people walked briskly, each lost in their own thoughts. I tried to blend in, my mind a whirl of questions and doubts. How did I let it get to this point—a life so busy that I’d ignored my own health?
The air was crisp, and I found myself at the park, watching children play and parents chat, their laughter a distant echo of a simpler time. I sat on a bench, feeling the weight of the swelling more than ever.
A voice broke through my thoughts, startling me.
“Are you okay?” a woman asked, her eyes filled with gentle concern.
“I’m fine,” I replied, the words automatic, even though they felt like a lie.
She nodded, her gaze lingering for a moment before she continued on her way, leaving me to my solitude.
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