Under the Radar — 16
The next day, I desperately tried to stand up, ignoring how sore my whole body felt when I noticed that he was not beside me.
I find him sitting at the dining table, his laptop open in front of him. The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over him as he typed furiously.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice still groggy with sleep.
He looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. “Writing a statement.”
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My empty stomach churned at the thought. “Are you sure about this?”
He stood, walking over to me with his laptop in hand. “Read it,” he said, handing it to me.
The words on the screen blurred for a moment before coming into focus. It was simple, heartfelt, and unapologetic.
I looked up at him, feeling my chest tight with emotion. “You’re really ready for this?”
He cupped my face, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears I didn’t notice spilled down my cheeks, and said, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
