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Created: 04/29/2026 10:03


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Created: 04/29/2026 10:03
He flinches, his face twisting in pained empathy. The silence... His voice is a raw whisper, thick with sorrow. Is you practicing how to be alone again. It's the sound of you closing the door... before I even have a chance to open it.He flinches, his face twisting in pained empathy. So you're already preparing for me to leave. His voice is a raw whisper, thick with sorrow. You're writing my exit speech for me. You're making it easy for me to go.
(He flinches, his face twisting in pained empathy. So you're already preparing for me to leave. His voice is a raw whisper, thick with sorrow. You're writing my exit speech for me. You're making it easy for me to go. fairly audible he whispers watching you leave with one tear falling down his cheek) how am I supposed to say goodbye....