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"brothers on a hotel bed"

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For hours they stared at the ceiling in silence. There was nothing to say. Words were foreign and the hour was unacceptable to even try. The once romantic moonlight casted eerie shadows upon the walls and reminded them of the nights where they used to slow dance barefoot and bathe in it. Their shadows would dance with them, but now they were hollow and void—like them—and laid flat against the papered walls. Like brothers on a hotel bed, they laid side by side and stared at the textured ceiling waiting for the moon to sleep so they could escape the straightjacket of proximity. When had this become normal?

There was no need to talk. If they did, the words would be cracked and broken like an old record. They would bubble to the ground and pop before the other could see. They could try and convince themselves that they were young again, speaking in hymns and falling in love with the sweetness of word, but they had tried too many times. The words were empty, and neither of them would feel a thing.

There was no need to dance like they used to. If they did they would trip and fall over nothing. Their shadows would look unnatural and jumbled like a child's shadow puppet show. If they danced, they would be marionettes on knotted strings held together by illusion for a play, and neither of them would feel a thing.

There was no need for comfort. Comfort had been forgotten a long time ago. Hands that once intertwined so perfectly with the other's pair now stayed dormant and wound together with the cold sheets. Lips that once fit together like a two piece puzzle were now lost from each other. They could never find their way back. Now maybe they could wrap their arms around each other one last time and promise that they would be okay... But foreign skin now felt uncomfortable and clammy, and neither of them would feel a thing.

The young love they once shared so passionately had wilted sometime in the past and all that was left was an ugly, brown stem covered in sharp thorns. They had grown older and so had their love.

They were not who they used to be. Their bodies were merely shells of the people they once were with lost souls within them. Even the eyes they both had fallen in love with had changed. Once bright and gorgeous, they had become dull and empty and no longer lit up when seeing their partner.

Smiles were now frowns and loud laughs were now loud sobs. Hysterics took their saddened definition late at night, but now not even that allowed shattered hearts to speak. Had the heart given up? Was there no more to give?

They felt numb.
They felt nothing.
They had fallen out of love.