chapter 6
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The compass in my chest was screaming. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon, and it had led me to a small, unassuming café on a street I had never walked down before. My mind was full of a thousand doubts, a thousand reasons to turn back. This was foolish. I was chasing a feeling. I was chasing a dream.
I ordered a cup of tea and sat by the window, my eyes scanning the faces that passed by. The world outside looked no different from any other street, but the air inside the cafe felt thick with an unseen energy. My hands were trembling slightly. I was about to give up, to stand and leave, when the bell above the door chimed. I looked up. And there he was.
He was nothing like my dream-self had imagined. He wasn’t a statue of grace or a pillar of light. He was just a man. But as his eyes met mine, the world fell away. The colors in the room, the sounds of the conversations, the very air itself—it all solidified into a breathtaking clarity. The beat in my chest became a roaring drum. His lips parted slightly, and in his eyes, I saw that he knew. There was no need for introductions. No need for words. We were not strangers meeting for the first time; we were two people who had already built a world together.
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