Emma's heart was beating fast as she held her phone.
She had been thinking about it all day.
That night, she finally said it.
"Ryan… what if we meet?"
There was silence on the other side.
Ryan's fingers tightened around his phone.
This moment—he had feared it.
"Meet?" he repeated softly.
"Yes," Emma said, trying to sound calm. "Just for coffee. I think it's time."
Ryan's mind raced.
Meeting meant seeing.
Seeing meant truth.
But saying no might hurt her even more.
"Okay," Ryan said slowly. "Let's meet."
Emma smiled brightly.
"Really? That makes me so happy!"
They decided on a small café in the city.
Saturday evening.
Simple and quiet.
After the call, Emma felt excited.
She imagined his smile, his eyes, the way he would talk.
Ryan, however, sat in silence.
He reached for his white cane beside the bed.
His heart felt heavy.
"How will I tell her?" he whispered.
He didn't want to lose Emma.
But he knew—
some truths cannot be hidden forever.
As Saturday came closer, both felt the same thing—
hope mixed with fear.
The meeting was set.
And with it, destiny was waiting.