She stood staring at him. It had been weeks, no months since they last spoke. He had cut her out, locked himself away. Refused to let her see what had become of him. Now before her stood, the boy that she once- no the man that the boy had become.He spoke softer, but more sure of himself now. More honest with the guts to be who he is. A man that she could be proud of knowing that she once helped form, broke down his walls, and left him naked and ready to grow. Now she could finally see what she had helped birth.
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