Ghost of You {Bang Chan} ✔

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Coffee. That was always your favorite thing to drink in the morning. The smell would always pleasantly fill the house, and I quickly got used to the gurgle of the coffee machine that filled my ears.

It was always those lazy mornings when you would read the newspaper that were my favorite. I would always tease you for looking like an old man, with your cup of coffee in one hand and your glasses on the tip of your nose, along with the weekly newspaper sitting on the table in front of you.

It was those mornings that you would obnoxiously slurp your coffee in order to make me laugh. As soon as I would start laughing, you always joined in a few seconds later. When you started laughing it was always as if the sun had come out of the clouds, and was lighting up the world.

It is those mornings with you that I remember- your laugh of sunshine, the smell of coffee, and the crinkling noise from you turning the newspaper page. But now all that is left, is your empty coffee cup sitting on the counter exactly as you left it, the growing stack of newspaper on the kitchen table, and worst of all the empty silence.