My handsome doctor is a sweeto!/C6 Chapter 6: A Shared Silence
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C6 Chapter 6: A Shared Silence

Ethan sat on the edge of his balcony, his gaze lost in the distance. The sprawling city lights twinkled faintly under the darkening sky, but he barely noticed. The weight of the day pressed down on him, memories of his grandparents resurfacing with unrelenting clarity.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, the earthy scent of the cool breeze doing little to comfort him. The quiet moments alone were usually his solace, but tonight, they felt more like a void he couldn’t escape.

A soft knock at the door broke through his thoughts. Frowning slightly, he rose, his tall frame moving with unhurried grace.

When he opened the door, he found Sophia standing there, her warm, confident smile paired with an almost timid look in her eyes. In her hands were two steaming cups of coffee.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing a cup of coffee with me,” she said, her voice light but kind.

For a moment, Ethan just looked at her, the corners of his lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smile. “It’s fine. Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let her enter.

She followed him to the balcony, her cheerful energy slightly subdued, as if she could sense the heaviness that surrounded him. They sat down, the two cups of coffee placed on the small table between them.

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that allowed emotions to speak louder than words. Ethan stared into his coffee, lost in thought, while Sophia studied him carefully.

“You seem different today, Dr. Ethan,” she said finally, her voice soft. “Did something happen?”

Ethan glanced at her, his sharp features shadowed by a flicker of vulnerability. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure if he could put his feelings into words. Then, he took a deep breath, as if letting go of something that had been holding him back.

“Today is the day I lost my grandparents,” he said quietly. “It’s been years, but it still feels… raw. I visited them earlier, but it brought everything back. They were my everything—my support system, my home. And now, they’re gone.”

Sophia’s gaze softened, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced with quiet understanding. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her tone sincere.

“It’s fine,” Ethan replied, though his voice betrayed him. “It’s just… frustrating. Knowing that they’re not here anymore, that I have to carry everything alone now. They were always there for me, and when I needed them the most…” His voice faltered, his words trailing off.

Sophia hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently placed her hand over his.

The touch was soft, yet it sent a jolt through Ethan’s body, startling him. His heart, which had been heavy and sluggish all evening, suddenly leapt in his chest. The warmth of her hand seeped into his, grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

Ethan’s almond-shaped eyes flickered to her, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink. The distant lights of the city blurred, the cold air faded, and all he could focus on was the gentle pressure of her hand on his.

In that instant, something shifted inside him. The loneliness that had wrapped around him for so long loosened its grip, just slightly. For the first time in years, he felt a spark of something he couldn’t quite name—hope, maybe, or the faint realization that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

Sophia’s voice broke through his thoughts, her tone soft but steady. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be, but for what it’s worth, you’re not alone now. I’m here.”

Ethan’s heartbeat quickened, her words settling into the cracks he thought would never heal. He looked at her, his sharp features softening as gratitude flickered in his dark eyes.

“You barely know me,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “Why do you care so much?”

Sophia smiled, her expression kind but firm. “Because sometimes, people need someone to care. And right now, that’s you.”

The weight on his chest didn’t vanish entirely, but for the first time in years, it felt lighter.

As they sat there, the silence returned—not heavy or suffocating, but comforting, filled with an unspoken connection that didn’t need words. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ethan allowed himself to breathe.

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