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Didn’t explain.
I just walked out.
The Place I Went
There’s a park not far from where I lived.
Nothing special.
A few benches.
A narrow path.
Trees that had seen better years.
But it was quiet.
The kind of quiet I thought I needed.
So I sat.
I stopped pretending.
The Voice
“Rough day?”
It was a simple question.
Ordinary.
But it hit me like something unexpected.
I looked up.
An older man stood a few feet away, holding a cup of coffee like it had nowhere else to be.
The automatic response.
The easy answer.
But something stopped me.
Maybe it was the way he asked.
Not curious.
Not intrusive.
