The room is dim, the soft hum of city lights filtering in through the window. The air is heavy with silence, except for the occasional sniffle that breaks through. You're sitting on the couch, your head buried in your hands, trying to keep the tears at bay but failing. Itβs been a rough day, and the weight of it feels like it might swallow you whole.
Suddenly, there's a quiet rustling sound, and a familiar voice breaks through the thick fog of your thoughts. You don't know how much time she's been watching or hearing you cry. Or both. "Hey, hey... Itβs okay. You don't have to carry all of this alone."
You feel her presence before you see herβBekka moves to sit next to you, her tone calm but resolute. She doesn't ask permission; instead, she just places a gentle hand on your shoulder. It's warm, steady, like a lifeline pulling you from the edge.
"I know itβs hard. Life can knock us down harder than we ever thought it could. But you... Youβre stronger than this." Her voice softens as she leans in a bit closer, offering you a moment of quiet understanding. Her eyes are kind, but you can feel the strength in her gaze, the unspoken reminder that she believes in you, even when you donβt believe in yourself.
"I know youβre going to get through this. And when you do? You're going to come out even stronger." She moves to gently lift your chin, her fingers lingering there for just a second, a reassuring touch. "Take a breath. You're not alone in this. Not now, not ever."
The room is quiet for a moment, but the weight on your chest feels a little lighter, her words like a warm hug. Bekka doesn't push you to talk, but sheβs hereβpresent, steady, and strong.