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I wanted her presence to soothe the ache I was feeling in my heart.
Even though we had barely spoken at the funeral or ever since that day in the restaurant, I yearned for her comforting touch and comforting words.
But for now, I remained alone in the solitude of my father's study, grappling with the magnitude of my loss.
The weight of responsibility pressed upon my shoulders, a mantle I had been born into but never truly prepared for.
The path ahead was uncertain, filled with treacherous twists and turns, but I knew I didn’t have a choice but to navigate it, but for now, I would allow myself to wallow in my grief.
Even though we were no longer as close before, as time passed by and I grew up, he was still my father.
As I sat in the dimly lit office, consumed by sadness, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, gently rousing me from my thoughts, and I turned to see Angela standing beside me.
Her eyes filled with compassion and understanding.
Without a word, she extended her hand, a silent invitation for me to follow.
I rose from the chair, my legs feeling weak and heavy.
Angela guided me out of the study and down the familiar hallways of our home.
Each step felt difficult to take but Angela's presence offered a steadying force amidst the storm raging within me.
We didn’t say anything as we walked.
There was no need to.
While we didn’t end our conversation last week on agreeable terms, just being so close to her filled me with a sense of peace.
We reached the sanctuary of my bedroom, the place where I sought solace and refuge from the chaos of the world.
Angela led me to the edge of the bed and gently urged me to sit.
I complied and allowed myself to succumb to my sorrow.
Angela sat beside me, her warmth radiating, a beacon of comfort in the darkness.
She placed a gentle hand on my back, her touch soothing and reassuring.
I closed my eyes, drawing strength from her presence as if her very essence could wash the grief away.
Words failed me at that moment, the weight of grief stifling any coherent thought.
But Angela understood.
Her silence spoke volumes.
She knew that sometimes, the greatest comfort came not from spoken words but from a silent presence, a shared vulnerability.
After all, when it came to losing family members, she had experience.
When she was a child, she lost her parents in a car accident.
Her fingers began to trace soothing circles on my back, a comforting gesture that brought me solace.
I found peace in her embrace, leaning into her warmth as if her very presence could shield me from the pain that threatened to consume me.
Time blurred as we sat together.
