MATEA'S POVHis words hung in the air "Wherever you're going... you don't have to go there alone"and for the first time in hours, in days, in what felt like forever, I didn't feel invisible. I didn't feel small. I just... felt seen.I wiped my cheek quickly, embarrassed that he was seeing me like this red-eyed, messy-haired, suitcase in hand, looking like my whole world had just crumbled. Which, honestly, it had."I'm... I'm fine" I said, though my voice was still thick with tears. "Thank you for catching me. I wasn't looking where I was going"He didn't let go of my arms right away. His hands were large, warm, steady the complete opposite of everything I'd known lately. His dark eyes searched mine, gentle but unwavering, like he could see right through the lies I was telling myself."You're not fine" he said softly, but there was no judgment in it. No mockery. Just truth. "And that's okay. You don't have to be fine right now."Something in his tone - the kindness, the quiet understa
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