A Test Of Trust
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Episode 7
The following week started peacefully for Grace and John.
They had fallen into a quiet routine—meeting after classes, sitting under the mango tree, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
It felt natural.
Almost too natural.
And that was when things began to change.
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It started with something small.
Grace was walking toward the library when she overheard two girls talking behind her.
“Isn’t that John?” one of them whispered.
“Yeah,” the other replied. “He used to be really close with Sarah.”
Grace slowed down slightly.
“They were almost dating,” the girl continued.
“Really?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what happened.”
Grace’s heart dropped.
She kept walking, pretending she hadn’t heard anything.
But the words stayed with her.
Almost dating.
Sarah.
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Later that day, Grace sat under the mango tree, her book open but unread.
Her thoughts were racing.
Why didn’t he tell me?
Was there something between them?
Is there still something?
“Hey.”
She looked up.
John.
He smiled, but his expression softened when he saw her face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, sitting beside her.
Grace hesitated.
“I need to ask you something,” she said.
John nodded. “Okay.”
She took a deep breath.
“What’s going on between you and Sarah?”
The question came out more direct than she expected.
John blinked, surprised.
“Where is that coming from?” he asked.
“I just… heard something,” Grace said quietly.
John sighed, leaning back slightly.
“People talk a lot,” he said.
Grace frowned. “That’s not an answer.”
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There was a moment of silence.
Then John sat up, turning toward her.
“Alright,” he said. “You deserve the truth.”
Grace held her breath.
“Sarah and I were close,” he admitted. “At one point, we thought about dating.”
Grace’s chest tightened.
“But we never did,” he continued quickly.
“Why not?” she asked softly.
“Because it didn’t feel right,” he said.
Grace looked at him. “What does that mean?”
John paused, choosing his words carefully.
“It felt forced,” he explained. “Like we were trying to make something happen just because it seemed convenient.”
Grace listened quietly.
“There was no real connection,” he added.
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Grace looked down at her hands.
“And now?” she asked.
“Now?” John repeated.
“Yes… now,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
John didn’t hesitate.
“Now there’s nothing,” he said firmly.
Grace looked up.
“Nothing at all?”
“Nothing,” he repeated.
His tone was steady.
Certain.
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But Grace still felt unsure.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
John frowned slightly.
“Because it didn’t matter to me anymore,” he said. “It’s in the past.”
Grace shook her head.
“It matters to me,” she said.
Her voice wasn’t angry—just honest.
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John studied her face.
He could see it clearly now.
She wasn’t just asking a question.
She was scared.
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“Grace,” he said gently.
She didn’t respond.
“I’m not hiding anything from you,” he continued.
She looked at him, her eyes uncertain.
“Then why do I feel like I don’t know everything?” she asked.
John sighed softly.
“Because we’re still getting to know each other,” he said.
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That answer made sense.
But it didn’t completely calm her.
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“I don’t want to feel like I’m competing with someone else,” Grace admitted.
“You’re not,” John said immediately.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know what I feel,” he said.
Grace’s heart skipped.
“And what do you feel?” she asked quietly.
John held her gaze.
“I feel something real with you,” he said.
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The words hung in the air.
Heavy.
Honest.
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Grace looked away, her emotions mixed.
Part of her wanted to believe him completely.
Another part was still afraid.
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“Trust takes time,” John added softly.
Grace nodded slowly.
“I know,” she said.
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There was a long silence between them.
Not angry.
Not cold.
Just… uncertain.
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Finally, John stood up.
“I don’t want this to change things between us,” he said.
Grace looked up at him.
“It won’t,” she said.
But she wasn’t entirely sure.
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“Are you sure?” he asked.
Grace hesitated.
Then she nodded.
“I just need time,” she said.
John understood.
“Okay,” he said. “Take your time.”
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As Grace walked away later that evening, her thoughts were heavy.
She wanted to trust him.
She really did.
But trust wasn’t something she could give instantly.
It had to grow.
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Meanwhile, John stood under the mango tree, watching her leave.
He ran a hand through his hair.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” he muttered.
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That night, Grace sat by her window again.
The sky was quiet.
Still.
But her mind wasn’t.
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She replayed the conversation over and over.
His words.
His expression.
The way he looked at her when he said it was real.
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She closed her eyes.
“Do I trust him?” she whispered.
There was no immediate answer.
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But deep down…
She knew one thing.
This was the moment that would define everything.
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Would she let fear control her?
Or would she take the risk…
And trust him?
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