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It was a Thursday morning; the precipitation and my heavy breathing was the only thing I heard. I did not hear the door opened, nor the footsteps getting close to me until a warm, welcoming hand took my hands, wiped my tears, and held me with no hesitation, "it's okay, shh, you're okay" Will cooed while caressing my hair until my heavy breathing got shallow. I was calm. 





There was hope.

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