He stared at the ceiling and sighed. "Do you think that inanimate objects can fall in love? Do you think they fall in love, knowing that they will never be able to touch their lover?" He glanced at me and smiled a little. "We could be like inanimate objects, but we know we will meet again. Someday." This is a story about a long distance relationship. There will be talks of suicide and a little bit of paranoia, just as a trigger warning.
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