The hardest goodbyes are the ones never spoken, the ones that vanish in silence without explanation. No final words. No closure. Just absence. It’s the quiet that lingers ~

the hollow pause where answers should be. The mind becomes a loop of memories and what-ifs, rewinding every smile, every glance, every moment ~

searching for clues that were never left behind. But there’s nothing. Only a haunting stillness that stretches on and on, filling the night with questions that never find a voice.

And perhaps the cruelest part is realizing you may never understand. You may never know what changed or why they left. And somehow, you’ll have to live with that. That’s the grief that stays. Not the goodbye ~

but the silence that came in its place.

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