There is a disturbing silence that has followed my heartbreak.
A sickening stillness that fills the space where he used to be. An empty seat at my table, in a quiet, empty room.
He's there between the breaths I take. I wait for his familiar voice to come, for him to make me smile, or laugh, but that never comes.
So I live with the silence, with the absence of him living in my chest. Always wondering if I'll be whole without him again, or if I'll always be broken inside without him.
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