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I started to approach the little girl, knowing full well that anything I could do would be small comfort to her. But I couldn’t leave her alone. I knew what it felt like to be alone.

As I drew closer, a young woman came rushing over and scooped the little girl into her arms. A dazzling smile blossomed on the little girl’s face, washing away the sadness like the first spring rain. My heart swelled at the sight of this reunion, but at the same time, I felt bitter envy. This little girl had won the battle against loneliness. What about me? Why couldn’t I have had the happy ending too? Why was I left alone? I didn’t wish the little girl ill, but in my deepest heart, I did want someone to share my grief. I needed someone who knew my pain.

I left the park; to return to the one person I could commiserate with. When I arrived at the temple, Jake was not in the courtyard. I circled the perimeter, calling his name, mindless of the monks in their silent prayer. I felt the panic rising, like the tide in rough weather. My heart beat wildly, pressing against my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I couldn’t do this again. I couldn’t lose someone else. I sat down on a stone bench, too overcome with my own grief. I was the little girl in the park. I was me at five years old. I was, as I had always been – I was alone. The tears came, threatening to choke the life out of me. I cried silently, but inside, my head was filled with my own screams. I couldn’t do this again. I just couldn’t.

I felt a slight pressure on my hand. I looked down to see Jake kneeling before me.
“Fair Juliette, what is it that makes you so sad?”

My heart exploded in gratitude. “You didn’t leave me,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“No, I didn’t leave. I was waiting for you.”

I don’t think there are five sweeter words in the English language. ‘I was waiting for you’, was just what I wanted to hear but feared I never would. “Jake, promise you won’t leave me.”

He sat back on his heels. “If you don’t want me to leave, I won’t. Maybe together, we could have a chance at winning this thing.”

I hugged him even more tightly. “Maybe I could win this thing. Just like the little girl in the park, I had been found. Maybe there was hope for me yet.”


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