The Courage of a Moment
This silent exchange continued for what felt like an eternity. Then, one Tuesday morning, something shifted. Kyle took a deep breath, placed his laptop on the table, and stood up. His heart hammered against his ribs as he walked towards her table.
He felt like he was walking through treacle, each step heavy and deliberate. His palms were sweating, his mouth dry. He rehearsed what he wanted to say in his head, but the words seemed to dissolve as he got closer.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I... I couldn't help but notice you come here every day. I'm Kyle."
He braced himself for rejection, for a polite but firm dismissal. But it didn't come.
Emily looked up, startled, her cheeks flushing pink. "Emily," she replied, her voice just above a whisper. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and something else, something he couldn't quite decipher. Hope, perhaps?
Special Thanks
To Canva for the help of creating my story cover.
To ToolBaz for helping me in writing this story.
Clothes designed and knitted by me.
Diorama made by me.
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