One rainy afternoon, Jasmine received a call from Alex. His voice sounded strained, and she could sense something was wrong."Can you come over?" he asked, his tone clipped and tense."Of course," she replied, worry gnawing at her as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door.When she arrived at his apartment, she found him sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. He looked up as she entered, his eyes dark with an intensity she hadn't seen before."Alex, what's going on?" she asked, sitting beside him.He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "I made a mistake at work. A big one. It's been eating at me, and I don't know what to do."Her heart sank as she watched him wrestle with the weight of his guilt. "Tell me what happened. Maybe I can help."He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "I was handling a case, and I overlooked something critical. Because of me, someone got hurt. I don't know how to forgive myself for that."Jasmine reached out, taking his hand. "We all make mistakes, Alex. It doesn't make you a bad person. You were doing your best."He looked at her, his expression torn. "I don't know if my best is enough anymore. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this."She shook her head, her heart aching for him. "You're strong, Alex. And you're capable of making things right. But you have to forgive yourself first."He was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the floor. Finally, he looked up, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "I don't know if I can do that. But having you here… it makes it a little easier."They sat together in the quiet of his apartment, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within him. Jasmine held his hand, her touch a steady reminder that he wasn't alone. And in that moment, he felt a glimmer of peace, a sense that maybe, just maybe, he could find his way through the darkness.