Days passed, yet Richard couldn’t shake off the image of Susan standing at Charles’s doorway. There was something about her eyes,empty, yet quietly crying for help.
He didn’t understand why she lingered so strongly in his thoughts. It wasn’t attraction, it was a burden, a gentle pull in his spirit that he couldn’t ignore.
Every night, he found himself praying for her. He called her name in prayer even though they hadn’t spoken beyond that brief moment.
He prayed that God would touch her heart, that the same light that saved him would reach her too. Richard believed deep inside that Susan’s meeting with him wasn’t a coincidence.
At the same time, Susan couldn’t forget him either. She was surprised by how calm and gentle he had been, especially when he saw her that morning. No harsh words, no look of judgment, just quiet eyes that seemed to see right through her.
For a while, she wondered why he didn’t treat her like others did. But the thought faded as quickly as it came. The streets were calling, and survival waited for no one. So she slipped back into her usual life, nights of flashing lights, music, and men whose faces she barely remembered.
Still, somewhere deep within, the memory of Richard’s eyes stayed with her, soft, unspoken, and quietly stirring something she didn’t yet understand.
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