Muddy waters
As I sat with Tim, I realized that something was deeply troubling him. He was so closed in on himself that he seemed to have built a wall between us. “You know you can talk to me, don’t you?” I insisted softly. He just nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on his shoes. Jeff sighed softly, putting his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. Worry tightened my chest, but Tim remained inaccessible, as if he kept a secret world of his own.
Muddy Waters
Picking flowers
The next day, Jeff and I went to pick flowers for the wedding, a task that usually fills me with joy. However, this time everything seemed different. I tried to keep my composure among the vibrant colors, but the feeling that we were walking on fragile ground wouldn’t leave me. Noticing my distraction, Jeff pointed excitedly: “Look at these!” I replied with a feigned smile, but my mind kept returning to Tim and his silent request.
Picking Flowers
