May 3rd - A heart in Turmoil

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As I sat alone in my room, the weight of my confession pressing down on me like a leaden blanket, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Sarah? It's me, Thomas," his voice called out, gentle yet persistent.

I hesitated, torn between the desire to push him away and the longing for his comforting presence. "Go away, Thomas," I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. "I don't want to see anyone right now."

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his voice filled with concern. "Sarah, please. Let me in. I just want to talk."

I clenched my fists, the urge to retreat into the safety of my own despair almost overwhelming. But something in his tone made me hesitate, a flicker of hope stirring deep within me.

With a resigned sigh, I crossed the room and opened the door, my eyes downcast. "What do you want, Thomas?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped inside, his expression earnest yet gentle. "I want to know how you're feeling," he replied, his eyes searching mine for any sign of weakness.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat almost choking me. "I'm fine," I lied, forcing a weak smile onto my lips. "Just tired, that's all."

Thomas's brow furrowed with concern. "Sarah, please," he pleaded, his voice soft yet insistent. "You don't have to pretend with me. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. "I don't know how to do this, Thomas," I confessed, my voice breaking with emotion. "I'm scared."

He reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly over mine. "I know," he whispered, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "But you don't have to face it alone. I'm here for you, Sarah. Always."

And as I looked into his eyes, filled with warmth and understanding, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together. For in that moment, I realized that even in the darkest of times, love had the power to light the way.

"Always," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart.

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