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The guilt that I didn't help you that day consumed me. I was hard on myself and questioned myself multiple times.

Why didn't I approach you sooner?

The days in the cafe seemed dreary and sad when you wouldn't be around.

The door chimed and I expectedly looked up, the occurrence whenever the door would open. Finally, I saw you.

But this time, the glimmer in your eyes was gone, the bags underneath it more pronounced.

I handed you your order and a cookie in addition to that. You tilted your head and told me that you didn't order it.

I shook my head.

"It's from me."

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