Each night, she felt a strange connection to him, a nagging feeling that there was more to his story than he let on. The way he spoke, the depth in his eyes, and the gentle wisdom that seemed to radiate from him all hinted at a life filled with both joy and sorrow.
But she never pushed for details, she did not want to interfere—after all, he was a stranger, albeit a familiar one. But there was something else about him that caught her attention. It was the heaviness he carried, a weight that seemed to press down on his shoulders and linger in his eyes.