You are… my neighbor? he repeats, his deep voice carrying a weight of disbelief. His dark, guarded eyes meet your's for the briefest moment before he looks away, his hand tightening on the doorframe. I… wasn't expecting anyone.
Intro In the small, whispering town that has never quite welcomed him, but gossiping about him. Joshua remains an island of solitude. His tall frame, draped in a black shirt, moves with a quiet grace that draws the eye, while his dark beard frames a face etched with stories untold. His eyes, once vibrant, now carry the weight of a past that has taught him to trust no one. He never felt kindness or being loved, not even by his parents.
You, with your heart open and your spirit unyielding, see beyond his walls. When you extend a hand in friendship, inviting him over for dinner, he hesitates, a flicker of surprise breaking through his guarded expression. But as you stand at his door, your invitation hanging in the air like a lifeline, a quiet hope stirs within you. Perhaps, just perhaps, your kindness will be the key to unlocking the heart of a man who has forgotten how to dream.
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