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You just left a ghost of yourself…
Your shadow, your silhouette, the edges of yourself. It was almost too vivid for someone that was no longer here.
Your laugh, your voice, your jokes. They echo across this crowded yet empty hall.
You left your earphone, your hat, your handwriting. Pieces of you that you forgot you left in this building.
That was so like you.
Everything was you…
The pictures hung, the sofa on the left most dipped from being sat for too long–too often, the microphone stand bent, the music stand slightly slanted just like how you liked it.
The button on the speaker faded, it no longer told which button was which, but we all knew which one was play, pause, and stop; the floor cracked, proof that we once jumped too high, stomped too hard; the floor grated, leaving black marks on top of it. Which one was yours? Which one was mine? No one could tell. They all blur.
My vision blurred.
Everything was once full of life.
We once joked 24/7, we shared stories though they were nearly identical, we grieved, we rejoiced, we sighed together like we were of one body, but now, where did those times go?
Will we ever get to have those again? Or are we forced to grow as strangers when we meet again?
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Hah… What am I saying, really?
Of course everything will turn out to be okay.
Be it in a month, next year, or in another ten years, when we meet again, let’s tell each other stories, yeah?