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Lin's gaze shifted, his eyes fixated on a distant point in the park , “I lost her” he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "It's been five years now. We were in a car crash, and I was the one driving. I lost her that day."

A wave of empathy washed over me as I listened to his words, realizing the depth of pain he carried within him. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for inadvertently causing him to recount his painful past.

Wanting to offer some form of solace, I decided to share my own story, hoping it would serve as a gesture of connection and understanding.

"I'm sorry, Lin," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to make you talk about something so painful."

Lin offered a small smile, a mixture of gratitude and reassurance. "It's okay, Meghan," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Sometimes, it's cathartic to share our stories, even the painful ones. It helps us heal and find solace in each other's presence."

Embarki