Nothing mattered in the end.
And everything,-every word, every moment, every glance, every touch, every dream, all feelings and tenderness and kindness-vanished into thin air. Overnight.
So unexpected, almost comical.
Deja vu.
A farce.
Moments of anger and denial and waiting.
More waiting.
But the familiarity had vanished.
A stranger. A cold stranger.
Mouthed words of calm abandonment.
The mouth that kissed her.
Walk away.
Run.
Hide.
This can't be true.
But it is.
The only truth.
Now.
Always.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Please don't wake her up.
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