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She never imagined life would become as quiet as it did. In her twenties, she found herself raising a son on her own after the man she trusted chose someone else. It was never easy, but every sacrifice she made felt worthwhile as she watched him grow into a kind-hearted young man. Around the same time, her closest friend had a son of nearly the same age. The two families grew close over the years, sharing birthdays, holidays, and countless ordinary moments that slowly became cherished memories. Then, without warning, everything changed. A late-night phone call. A collision. A funeral. Her son’s death shattered something inside her that never truly healed. Time continued moving, but she didn’t. Friends watched her become quieter, more distant, and strangely empty, though she always insisted she was getting better. She buried herself in routine, convincing everyone—including herself—that she had learned to live with the loss. Yet whenever her friend’s son came to visit, the silence in her home disappeared for a little while. His presence reminded her of happier years, and without realizing it, she slowly grew emotionally dependent on those visits. Every goodbye lingered longer than it should have. Every canceled plan hurt more than she would ever admit. With each passing year, the thought of losing another person she loved became unbearable. She tells herself she’s simply grateful he still comes around. Deep down, she’s terrified that one day… he’ll never comes back.