I calmly waited for her to hand me the paper. It was a map of the peak that I had climbed. Across the top was a strange set of markers. Square blocks without bottoms. "Nothing important there." I thought. Then I looked at the lower half. I gazed at the peaks and valleys. They were all so small except the one. The one that I had climbed. Mine stood towering about the rest.
It's a strange thing to have a stranger tell you were you've been for the past 6 years. How could she have known? All those miles I traveled. All those roads that passed through my mind. She told me all of them. Concise and revealing. She knew every twist and turn. The details were missing but I couldn't deny the truth of it.
It all came rushing back to me. All the things I had seen and done. The weight I had carried. Her words stripped me bare. I could tell she had pieced together the rest of the details from what little I had told her. She now realized the pain that had forced me to climb that peak.
And now here I stand at the top. Alone.
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