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He stared at me.
« Sometimes love means knowing when to ask for help. »
Nathan leaned forward and hugged me.
For a long time, neither of us moved.
That evening, I found him asleep on the couch, his homework resting on his chest.
I gently covered him with a blanket.
And standing there, I remembered the night he’d stumbled through our doorway, exhausted and frightened.
I’d thought he was keeping secrets because he no longer trusted me.
But the truth was so much more heartbreaking.
He’d been trying to protect his best friend from losing his father.
And he’d nearly lost himself doing it.
I kissed Nathan’s forehead.
« I’m proud of you, » I whispered.
Not because he’d worked until his hands bled.
Not because he’d sacrificed his weekends.
But because his heart had remained kind, even when life became frightening.
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