Aida

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Her words hurt something deep inside me. My instincts tell me to reach out and comfort her, but I hold back, not really sure if I should. Her head’s down, and she takes deep breaths as she tries to get a hold of her emotions. When she lifts her head, her eyes are watery, but I can tell she’s forcefully pushing the tears back. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I shouldn’t burden yo—” “Don’t,” I say a bit more harshly than intended. Her eyes widen. “Don’t apologize for your pain. Never be sorry for something like that.” She stares at me for a full minute before she nods. “Thank you.”
Whispered Prayers
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