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Oh, the familiarity of silence.
Breathless moments simply drinking in the burning closeness, listening to nothing but the other’s heartbeat.
Comfortable slices of time between their words.
Panicked seconds, waiting for the click of a radio and confirmation that the other is alive.
Unbearable nights alone, tossing and turning in the dead of night on a tearstained pillow, wondering if anything will ever be the same as it was.
They both know that deafening quiet which threatens to send them spiraling into nothing, as well as stillness they wish would never end.
But at least silence is a constant.
. . . Comfortable.
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