A Gift Beyond Words
“I can’t accept this,” I said, my voice barely steady. “This is far too much.”
James shook his head gently. “It isn’t. You gave me something when I had nothing. You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t judge. You just opened your door.”
He leaned back slightly, as if recalling the night himself.
“That one act changed the way I saw the world,” he continued. “I realized that if one person could care that much, then maybe life was still worth fighting for.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, overwhelmed.
“But I didn’t save you,” I said. “You did all of this yourself.”
He smiled softly. “Maybe. But you reminded me that saving myself was possible.”
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