There's a pregnant pause, a void waiting to be filled with his response. But instead of an answer, Christian diverts the conversation like the professor he is. I like that he doesn't try to gaslight me into starting another conversation but tells me he just can't spill his secrets, yet."That's a chapter I'd rather not revisit," he deflects gently, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance. "There are things in life that haunt us, things best left buried in the past."His evasion is evident, leaving an unspoken ache in the room, a void where answers should have been. Yet, despite the unaddressed question, there's a silent understanding between us—a mutual recognition that some topics are too raw to be probed further.I respect his evasion, sensing the boundaries he's drawn around that particular part of his history. There's a tacit agreement to let sleeping dogs lie, a quiet acknowledgment that some stories aren't ready to be told.The atmosphere shifts, the unspoken question still ling
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