Meeting At The Café
We agreed to meet at a local café, a neutral setting where I hoped to find some clarity. As the day drew closer, my nerves began to take over. Liz had assured me she’d be there, a steady presence to lean on when my own resolve wavered. This meeting held the power to either validate my worst fears or put them to rest, and the weight of that uncertainty was almost unbearable.
Meeting At The Café
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The day finally came, and Liz stayed by my side, her presence a steady anchor as we lingered at the café. We sipped our coffees, though neither of us truly wanted them. “No matter what happens, you’re not alone,” she said softly, her hand resting on my shoulder in a reassuring squeeze. Her words were kind, soothing even, but the knot in my stomach refused to loosen. The thought of confronting everything I’d spent so long avoiding felt like standing at the edge of a towering cliff, the ground beneath me unsteady.
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