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He spied me sitting cross-legged on the floor. I spied the remorse



He spied me sitting cross-legged on the floor. I spied the remorse in his eyes as he rounded the corner.
 

When he reached me, he bent down on my level, sitting cross-legged as if he was my mirror. Without a word his fingers grazed my cheek and erased all of the pain I had let go. He brushed my hair behind my ear, barely touching my forehead as he did so in the off chance I would recoil.

Still in silence, he stood and extended his hand to me.

He waited for me to put my hand into his and forgive him. Surprising myself, I did. Palm-to-palm, I wrapped my fingers around his and allowed him to pull me up.

“I’m here,” he said, and that was all that I needed.
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