I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Jaquce, the man I once thought I loved, was standing there in front of me, tears streaming down his face. His hands were trembling as he clutched onto the needle that had caused him so much pain.
I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do or say. Part of me wanted to reach out and comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay. But another part of me felt anger and betrayal towards him for hurting himself in such a way.
As he looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, I could see the guilt and shame written all over his face. He tried to speak but no words came out - only broken sobs escaped from his lips.
In that moment, my heart broke for him. Despite everything that had happened between us, despite the hurt and pain he had caused me, all I could feel was pity for this broken man standing before me.
I wanted to hate him for what he did to me - for violating my trust and making me question everything about our relationship. But seeing him like this made it impossible for me to hold onto any ounce of resentment towards him.
So instead of turning away or lashing out at him like I initially wanted to do, I took a step forward and reached out my hand towards his trembling one holding onto the needle.
And as our hands touched ever so slightly before he pulled away quickly as if burned by my touch- something inside both of us shifted . It was almost as if we both realized in that moment just how deeply intertwined our lives were despite all odds against us .
We sat there together on the floor next o each other not saying anything , just being present with each other's presence until finally after some time passed ,Jaquce lifted his head up slowly looking into mine through tear-streaked eyes said "Im sorry Hilary"
And with those simple words ,a sense relief washed over Me because somehow hearing them gave hope back where previously seemed lost forever ...