Offering Support Always
Despite Evan’s evasiveness, I wanted him to know he wasn’t alone. “No matter what’s going on, I’m here,” I assured him, hoping he’d find the strength to lean on me. All I could do was be a supportive sister amid the uncertainty—maybe he just needed time, but I hoped one day he’d feel safe enough to open up. Leaving that café, I desperately wished for things to return to the way they once were.
Offering Support Always
A Heavy Departure
As we parted ways, Evan gave me a small, strained smile and murmured, “Take care, sis,” his voice weighed down by something unsaid. Watching him walk away, I was overwhelmed by a mix of concern, frustration, and helplessness. His departure left behind a lingering cloud of secrets, and it hurt not being able to reach him. All I wanted was to understand and support him, but the more I tried, the more distant he became. I was left hoping he’d find peace soon.
A Heavy Departure
