She sits alown thinking of him, her heart has been torn to shreads. Wanting to know what what it's like to go out in this big world and not feel so small. She cries out his name wondering if he even ever cared. She sees his face in the dark, hears his voice in dead silence, feels his touch even though he's not there, but what she does the most is scream the silent screams only she can hear. She is done screaming these silent screams and now she won't scream at all...
He sits alown thinking of her, he knows he has torn her heart to shreads. Wanting to know why she always felt so small. He said he cared but didn't know if it was true. Now. He sees her face in the dark, he hears her voice in dead silence, he feels her touch even though she's not there, but what he does most is think; even if he did care, what happened to the love he once had? Why did he treat her so wrong? Why did he tell her he didn't love her in his last call? With all these questions and no response he stops thinking for just one secound and now he doesn't breath at all...
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