[ For a moment there's a break in his response. The dim light of his room shines unnaturally off his pinky and the creak of his elbow fills the silence of the room but it's not that that feels the loudest. It's the hollow place in his chest. It's not tangible, but he knows something is wrong. ]
Something is gone. I don't know what but it's a memory. Maybe more. It's hard to explain.
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Something is gone.
I don't know what but it's a memory. Maybe more.
It's hard to explain.