Lena's heart squeezed, overwhelmed by sadness.

This continued for the next few days.

Chris would visit while she slept and quietly leave as she woke up. He would bring a different meal daily, and the house would always be spotless, instantly lifting her spirits. He had been doing everything without disturbing her.

Then, one day, he made pizza. Thinly sliced pepperoni, the perfect temperature—it melted in her mouth. Tears flowed uncontrollably, breaking the barrier she had erected.

She rushed in and immediately saw Chris upon opening the door. She wanted to call out, but her throat felt blocked. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.

However, he halted and turned slowly. When their eyes met, he smiled gently.

Lena ran to him, crying, and hugged him tightly.

"It's okay, Lena," he said, patting her head. "It's all over now. You have me. You don't need to be afraid."

He allowed her to release her pent-up emotions, understanding she

subsided. They lay on the sofa, and she

she mustered the courage to share

story, she kept her head down. The house grew quiet, and her racing

her hands, "So, did you

"Mm-hmm."

a moment before speaking softly. "Lena, I didn't

and

not meeting you earlier. How different things might have been if I had been there to

"Chris..."

there's no rush," he said,

I'm really

close. "You

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