“And you’re the last person I should be falling apart with.” “Maybe.” I dusted off her wet cheeks. “But I’m the one who’s here.” Halley stared down at the cracks in the pavement, the tension in her body deflating as her breathing settled to normal. “Do you ever fall apart?” “Of course I do.” “I can’t picture it,” she whispered. “You’re strong. Resilient.” “I’m human. Just like you.” I inched back, giving her space to breathe. To process. “I don’t let many people in. If I seem resilient it’s because I’ve built walls around myself. That’s not exactly healthy either. I have very few close
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