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Phoebe sighed and there was a tiny glimmer of hope, as small as a flame that attempted to fight against the wind. Then I’ll take my time to decide.” And while I do, I need space, Seth. I have to find out who I am apart from this relationship, and what I want in my life.

Seth nodded and a look of sadness, yet comprehension crossed his face. "I understand. I’ll be here… whenever you’re ready."

Phoebe simply looked at him and then got up, the pressure of the evening squarely on her shoulders. She left the room and stood at the door staring at him for a moment. You were right to tell me the truth, Seth. It means much more than you may think.”

She departed and the quiet that followed seemed to expand, suffocating the room with the aftertaste of the conversation we just had. And as she stepped out into the cool night air, Phoebe felt a strange sort of liberation, a sweet bitter taste of freedom that is born from the awareness that one owns one’s own heart.

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