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Before the world became entirely quiet-shut down at most, there was a time when everything entirely felt loud.
Someday, they say, you'll get flashbacks of the noise and laughter.
To name, these are those few stupid instances in which there were whispered conversations in the back of a theater, those stutters, those failed recitations which ended up in endless disappointments toward yourself under the fierce glare of the classroom lights as if its spotlight was on your failed recitation, and lastly, the loud music- or laughter of that certain someone that defined your entire comfort.
They were those moments wherein Iñigo Javier Villareal felt embarrassed, annoyed, and hurt.
Among all that noise, there was this distinct sound which he can't seem to listen to once again without hurting, and it was Sebastian Luciano Cortez's voice.