14. Doubt

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I could see you on other side of the chasm.

It's the first time I've seen you in a long time.

The first time I saw you without turning away, afraid to look, afraid to be looked at.

I wasn't afraid to touch you again.

I had to cross the chasm, there was a beam leading across the gap.

I shuffled onto the beam, hopeful, I made it halfway through.

But then I remembered you, I remembered what you did to me.

I remembered.

And I doubted.

And I stumbled.

I looked down to reset, to make sure of my footing.

But I was not sure.

And when I looked again, you were gone.

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