“I can listen to the echoes from the past” she said.
“I’m thinking about you now” he confessed.
And went away.
“I can listen to the echoes from the past” she said.
“I’m thinking about you now” he confessed.
And went away.
When they were shifting places, she had been carrying some of his words. Accidentally, that day, some of those slipped and shattered on the floor.
They couldn’t talk of their past ever again.
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