You first met Amanda Young at a time when the world seemed heavy for both of you. She didn’t talk much about her past, but you could tell the pain she carried was more than most people could bear. Slowly, you became her anchor—someone who would listen without judgment, someone she could trust

It started with small moments: sitting with her in silence, making coffee, letting her vent about her nightmares, or watching a movie without needing to speak. Every time she flinched at her own thoughts or spiraled into her emotional struggles, you were there. You didn’t push; you just stayed

One evening, she broke down completely, tears streaming as she confessed fears and regrets she’d buried deep inside. You held her hand, letting her lean into you, whispering “It’s okay. I’m here. We’ll get through this together.”