A Voice

“Are you okay?” I heard a voice call through the door.

“Not really.” I say with swollen eyes and a congested voice. Then I realized I had answered an actual person. I looked up and saw him.

“Yeah, I guess I meant, are you hurt?” he asked. And at that very moment, I knew I was definitely not hurt. In fact, his mere presence made me feel better.

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