Questions Without Answers
With careful words, I declined the doctor’s offer, expressing the need to consult Alan first. “He’s earned the right to choose what happens next,” I said quietly. The doctor nodded, accepting my response with professional grace, though I could tell he remained intrigued. As I stood to leave, my head swirled with uncertainty. The appointment had stirred more questions than it answered, each one lingering like an echo in my thoughts.
Outside, the cool air did little to clear the fog of mystery Alan had wrapped around himself. I had walked in hoping for clarity, but left with only deeper wonder. There was a strange comfort in not knowing everything—perhaps it allowed Alan to write his story on his own terms. Still, my curiosity remained, now tempered with respect and the realization that some journeys unfold in their own time.
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