Waffles.

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Tears streamed down my cheeks,
I turned to the little boy sitting beside me,
Eating Waffles.

"Do you hear anything?" I asked him.
"Nothing other than the waffles, breaking in my mouth." A sweet smile playing on his lips.

I smiled sadly as I went back to solitude, my heart breaking was nothing as loud as the waffles breaking.
Perhaps that is why, he, who broke my heart, didn't hear it break.
Perhaps, He was eating waffles too.

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