A promise to listen
I leaned forward slightly, carrying the voice of promise: “When you’re ready, tell me what’s bothering you. I just want to help, not judge.” The words hung in the air between us. He stirred, his lips twitching as he pondered my offer. Silence filled the room, dense but not oppressive, a space where Tim could calmly choose what to do next, without haste or pressure.
A Promise To Listen
A glimmer of agreement
After a long pause, Tim nodded slightly. “I’ll think about it,” he murmured almost inaudibly, but those few words sounded like a conquest. I smiled, feeling that I had taken a small step forward. I leaned over, touching him lightly in a gesture of encouragement. “You know where to find me,” I added softly. With that recognition, I saw a spark of hope emerge, as if the barrier between us was finally beginning to give way.
A Glimpse of Agreement
