They clapped.
No one talked about it. But they clapped.
The drizzle and dark, evening rain clouds blanketed this isolated soul with contentment. And the winds echoed through the gaps of the closing shutter as a gesture for a job well done.
She was listening to me while trembling in fear. Eyes fixed. And her breaths were paced by my words and touch. I felt trusted.
Alhamdulillah.
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