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the next day, i am there again.

and you are too.

sitting on the table right next to me.

the air hangs in-between us.

you are going to say something to me. i know you are.

for a second, the silence in my ears disappears.

but,

i can't get attached.

i leave the café before you say anything.

i am afraid. afraid of feeling anything other than blue.

afraid of hearing anything other than the silence i am accustomed to.

silence - k.s.jWhere stories live. Discover now