His patient, gentle voice floats through the noise.
She listens, wanting to believe.
Her hands, scarred from holding too tightly
to promises that unraveled,
curl into fists, then open again,
learning to let go.
He reaches without reaching.
Arms steady, strong,
whisper softly,
It's safe to fall here.
She inches forward,
not knowing the ending,
but sensing a beginning,
fragile trust stitched together,
one breath, one moment at a time.
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