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___________________________________________ She laughs like the past didn't happen. Like it wasn't her voice that made him quieter. Like he hasn't memorized the exact pitch of it, every syllabus she used. He keeps his eyes soft when she talks. He nods. Smiles when she looks. Pretends he's still in control. Pretends he hasn't been rewriting her name in his head, Pretends he isn't deep into depravity to find his way out. Because if she ever really looked at him now, if she ever recognized the silence she left behind, if she ever connected the nervous silence to the boy she was responsible for- he doesn't know what she'd say. Maybe nothing. Maybe that would hurt more than anything else. •------------------------•
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