Soft - Part 18: Rahim

“You’ve been fighting alone,” he said quietly. “And you’re still standing. That’s not weakness. That’s the quietest kind of strength.”

He walked to the small mirror hanging by the door—cracked at the corner, dusty from neglect. He looked at his own reflection. Rahim soft - Part 18

He hadn’t slept. Not really. Instead, he had spent the night listening to his own breath, matching it to the rhythm of the rain. And somewhere between the third hour of darkness and the first pale light of dawn, something shifted. “You’ve been fighting alone,” he said quietly

It wasn’t a loud revelation. No thunderclap of clarity. Just a whisper, small and certain, rising from a place he’d long boarded up. “You’ve been fighting alone

He didn’t smile. But he didn’t look away either.