Marie crept in, clutching a small basket, and approached with uncertain steps. I welcomed her with a smile.
"What brings you here, Marie?"
"I……"
She held the basket out to me, her voice very small.
"I made these myself. You've been looking so thin lately — I've been worried. And I heard you haven't been eating properly……"
"Oh."
I smiled, a little embarrassed, and took the basket from her.
Inside were simple little things — cookies, chocolate, macarons. The kind of things you make when you want to do something but don't know what else to offer.
The sincerity in it caught me somewhere tender. I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.
"I'm sorry for worrying you."
I exhaled quietly and reached up to smooth Marie's hair.
"I'm sorry we couldn't go out together. You were looking forward to it."
"What? Of course not — this situation…
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