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The journey of second love... [Part 2]
As the evening deepened, Joy and Sarah slowly made their way home. The walk through the park had left them both in a contemplative silence, their earlier conversation still hanging heavily between them. Joy was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. His crutches provided the necessary support, but his body was still weak from the recent ordeal.
They walked past the swings where the mysterious girl had been playing earlier, and Joy couldn’t help but glance at the empty seat. It swayed slightly in the breeze, a reminder of the strange connection he had felt earlier. Sarah noticed his glance but said nothing, her heart still weighed down by their previous exchange.
Just as they were nearing the park’s exit, it happened. A figure came rushing towards them, seemingly in a hurry, and before Joy could react, she collided with him. The impact was sudden and jarring, and Joy’s crutches buckled under the force. He lost his balance, stumbling to the ground as the girl gasped in shock.
“Oh no!” she cried, her voice trembling with panic. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… I didn’t see you!”
Joy groaned in pain as he tried to right himself, but the broken crutches made it impossible. The girl knelt beside him, tears welling up in her eyes as she frantically tried to help him up.
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, her voice choking on her words. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I… I was just in such a hurry…”
Sarah, who had been momentarily stunned by the suddenness of it all, quickly snapped into action. She knelt beside Joy, helping him into a sitting position. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the girl, who was now openly crying.
“Are you okay, Joy?” Sarah asked, her voice filled with concern.
Joy nodded, though his expression was strained. The pain from the fall was sharp, but what troubled him more was the broken crutches. They were more than just a physical support—they were a symbol of his recovery, a reminder that he was still healing. Now, with them broken, he felt vulnerable, exposed.
“I’m okay,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.
The girl continued to sob, her hands trembling as she tried to gather the pieces of the broken crutches. “I’m so sorry,” she kept repeating,...
They walked past the swings where the mysterious girl had been playing earlier, and Joy couldn’t help but glance at the empty seat. It swayed slightly in the breeze, a reminder of the strange connection he had felt earlier. Sarah noticed his glance but said nothing, her heart still weighed down by their previous exchange.
Just as they were nearing the park’s exit, it happened. A figure came rushing towards them, seemingly in a hurry, and before Joy could react, she collided with him. The impact was sudden and jarring, and Joy’s crutches buckled under the force. He lost his balance, stumbling to the ground as the girl gasped in shock.
“Oh no!” she cried, her voice trembling with panic. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… I didn’t see you!”
Joy groaned in pain as he tried to right himself, but the broken crutches made it impossible. The girl knelt beside him, tears welling up in her eyes as she frantically tried to help him up.
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, her voice choking on her words. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I… I was just in such a hurry…”
Sarah, who had been momentarily stunned by the suddenness of it all, quickly snapped into action. She knelt beside Joy, helping him into a sitting position. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the girl, who was now openly crying.
“Are you okay, Joy?” Sarah asked, her voice filled with concern.
Joy nodded, though his expression was strained. The pain from the fall was sharp, but what troubled him more was the broken crutches. They were more than just a physical support—they were a symbol of his recovery, a reminder that he was still healing. Now, with them broken, he felt vulnerable, exposed.
“I’m okay,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.
The girl continued to sob, her hands trembling as she tried to gather the pieces of the broken crutches. “I’m so sorry,” she kept repeating,...
