I sit in silence and watch them do well. I haven't been there, let alone spoken, but I can't bring myself to break the thick sheets of miscommunication between us. Maybe It's only me, and they await my interaction. Maybe they have given up on me already. I won't know, because I can't separate myself from silence.

It felt like a dream from long ago; how we spoke freely in public and private. Now I lay on the floor and wonder what they're up to without me. We weren't that close anyways, I tell myself, but it still stings when I remember them.

[Context: An extremely dramatic vent about forgetting about Wattpad and not being able to talk to Ackermans_love_420 ,,,]

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