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As the silence engulfs us in its bubble, we sit there, not talking, not even looking at each other, but somehow, somewhere, this is the best I have felt since Max left me.
Her breathing gets steadier and the sound of it is music to my ears.
The relief that I helped someone overwhelms me with delight.
As the distant screech of a bell sound somewhere, we both stand up and just before she takes her leave, a whisper escapes her lips, "Thank you, Aiden.
I smile.