a thin line of silence hung between them as if neither of them knew the ability to speak, let alone preach about their complex feelings in a way that was comparable to listing off simplistic moods as they were occurring to them. in the perspective of one side, it seemed as if the one mere sentence that could make or break a situation as fragile as theirs turned out to be the most strenuous to have roll off his tongue and into the atmosphere, even when two short weeks ago, there weren’t complications in the slightest. it was often hard to come by; the concept of cutting off ties with the one person you took the unlimited time to memorize as if they were a book within your grasp and then having them perfectly slotted into the role of a stranger, yet all you had left was the art of observation and a dull ache that caused you to do nothing more than moving on with your life but nothing less, either. he was left with a vast array of things they once said, a fading recollection of nothing but pictures and the lingering smell they gave off that rubbed off on his own garments so easily that it began to get tiresome. one mere room with four walls never could satisfy him as much as it should’ve, and with all of the things that had been left unsaid at that point, it seemed as if nothing could. the person staring back would hold lifeless eyes and a face that used to be the most in familiarity. he made the mistake to become so accustomed to one person that it began a rotation of the inevitable, something he would never take acknowledge of as he was too cowardly to face the harsh truth of it all. ⠀
—— 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑵𝒀.