Letting Go

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She sat on her bed, clutching her knees tightly to her chest as she stared down at her crooked toes. In that atmosphere of silence, she could almost hear him breathe. In, out, in, out, as his shoulders heaved to the rhythm. 

"I'm sorry." She murmured as she looked up, trying to meet his eyes. 

"Don't be," he replied.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she poured her heart out; about her guilt and shame for what happened, about how hard it was for her to worship God in spirit and in truth, about how it made her feel to see him feel bad. 

"It's unfortunate that something so right can be so wrong," she said. "But it is what is is, and we can't let it go on." 

Before they knew it, they found themselves in each others arms, locked in a tight embrace. The kind that got them started in the first place. They sat there unmoved for what seemed like ages. Neither of them showed signs of pulling back, but in that moment, she knew that she had to let go. 


And so she did.

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