Ryan stepped into the room a minute later. He looked a far cry from the confident, athletic boy I used to adore in college. He looked older, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his eyes carried a heavy, permanent exhaustion."Diane," he said softly, stopping a respectful distance away."Ryan," I acknowledged, keeping my voice calm and neutral. I didn't want to anchor myself to old bitterness anymore. "Sit down."He seemed surprised by the lack of ice in my voice, but he nodded gratefully and took a seat on the opposite sofa. For a few moments, the silence between us wasn’t hostile; it was just quiet, filled with the hum of the city outside."I won't take up too much of your time," Ryan began, his hands resting on his knees, his knuckles white. "I just... I needed to see you. To say it to your face. Diane, I am so deeply sorry. For not seeing through the mess back then, and for letting my own cowardice blind me to what you were going through."I looked at him, and to my own surprise, I
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