Sitting next to her
Kevin crossed the street cautiously, each step feeling like an intrusion. He sat down carefully beside the woman on the busstop bench. She didn’t look at him at first, still sobbing, clutching the bouquet so tightly her fingers trembled. “Excuse me,” Kevin said softly, his voice hesitant but steady. “I spoke to you earlier today, remember?” Slowly, she turned her tear-stained face toward him, her eyes filled with grief.
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