I’ve tried different approaches, hoping to break through, but each attempt feels like hitting a wall.
She seems to retreat further, her defenses impenetrable.
It’s a dance of avoidance, each step careful not to misstep, but the distance between us only grows.
When I finally gather the courage to bring it up again, her response is the same: deflection, silence.
There’s a moment when her eyes meet mine, and I think I see a flicker of something—fear, perhaps?—but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.
I wonder if she even realizes the impact of her silence, the weight it carries.
Or if it’s a burden she’s been carrying alone for too long.
The meeting with her family is now just days away, and my anxiety mounts with each passing hour.
What if they know something I don’t?
The anticipation is almost unbearable, every minute stretching into eternity.
The questions swirl in my mind, relentless.
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