The same two songs repeats in their head countless times, though purposefully. A cup of warm coffee and a small jacket does nothing to help fill the cold emptiness that lingers. Why was it there? What did it mean?
A swig of their coffee while increasing the volume of the music to ignore it all. It helps just a bit.
A friendly tease comes their way, so on goes their plastered grin and sly remark. A front they've put on for so long, not knowing who to spill it all out to.
Their response was not out of the ordinary, so it easily slips the other's radar, and the front comes crumbling down. Another swig of coffee and more increasing of the music. Can they even hear it?
It was muffled, the voices. The music only helped drown out the outside world, leaving them vulnerable to their inside one. Their mind drifts and they aren't focusing on a particular thing. But the emptiness is still there.
On the verge of despair, no external being would know. Their face was emotionless for the time being, a trick they've mastered for quite sometime. Have to keep it all in, somehow. No one knows, and how would they take it if they did know? Certainly not well.
But if they can't find out, then who can? Who can they trust? The emptiness makes them touch their chest. Their heartbeat, it's still there. Finishing their coffee and then placing the cup gently into the sink. The volume is as loud as it goes, and it's still not enough.
Not enough to drown it all out. The music helped to cope but not else. Pushing in the chair they once occupied, and entering their room, looking for some way to distract themselves.
It was an occurrence that they absolutely despised, yet, dealt with it without a single word.
