I could recognize her with my eyes closed. Even if I'd lost hearing, if I'd lost sight, I would've still had recognized her. It didn't matter how far or how close she was, she just needed to be and then, only then, I would've known she was there.
It didn't matter how many battles I'd lost or how many wars I'd fought. As long as she was there, alive, I had a reason to be. And I was.
But making her my beating heart, my working brain, only made it worse when I noticed how far she'd got and how neither of us was aware of that distance that couldn't be shortened any more, until it turned into more than we could both handle and then, we fell apart.
This is the story of how we ceased being and how I became nothing in the absence of light.
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MOONDUST • NAMO
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING! When Momo has no other way to express her sorrow.
