“I miss how things used to be,” she finally said, her voice tinged with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten.
I nodded, understanding without needing to ask for more.
“Me too,” I replied, my voice just as soft, just as vulnerable.
There was a pause, a moment where everything seemed to hang in balance, the possibilities of what could be stretching out before us.
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