51 — His confession.

CHRISTOPHER

I walked over to the person and sat down next to them, taking the empty seat beside them. They didn't seem to notice my presence, their head still hanging low as they wept. Their sobs were now softer, their grief seeming to have subsided slightly. I sat there, unsure of what to do or say. I just wanted to be there for them, in case they needed anything.

I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words to say. "Hey, man. Are you good?" I asked softly. I wanted to let him know that I was there if he needed to talk. I could see that he was struggling, and I wanted to offer him a listening ear.

I raised my hand and placed it on his back. The man remained silent, his shoulder trembling slightly under my hand. I kept my hand there, hoping that the gesture would offer him some comfort.

I was starting to feel a bit anxious, unsure of what to do next. But I knew that I needed to give him time to process his emotions. So I waited and hoped that he would eventually open up to me