LEILA
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I looked up to his face, it wasn’t extremely soft and not hard either.
He looked more confident, his posture more relaxed than at our first aborted meeting, the hesitant, guilt-ridden demeanor replaced by a quiet composure, a sense of purpose that was both surprising and a little unsettling, and I gestured towards the chairs opposite my desk, inviting him to sit.
"Leila," he finally took the seat "Thank you for the invite."
I just nodded, unable to speak for a moment, trying to think of what to say, but the resolve I had felt in asking for this meeting held me steady.
"I know I did hurt you, I know everything….no one deserved that, I don’t even know what to say right now Leila… I just feel I don’t deserve your forgiveness because I’m a cold hearted person, but I just want
