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------Sometimes you have appreciate silence, I mean its what defined us isn't it? After these long days, I'd sit with you in the subway station waiting for the train, and there's nothing between us but the silence. You'd often pick up a book, and I'd see you smile or two cause you'd get so absorbed into what your reading. I can't help it, I feel like a stalker though; just watching, knowing your presence is here. It gives me that warm feeling inside. You'd look up, embarrassed at the fact that people think your crazy because you're smiling while as a matter of fact, there's some hilarity in the words of that book that has touched you. You look at me for some sort of assurance, and I just smile back and roll my eyes. You glare at me and hide back into your book. You think I can't tell, but I saw you smiling there. When your train gets here, you get up and you do this small wave at me with your hand. I do the same, and I watch you go.

------Now you're buried underneath, gone, but never forgotten. I can't sleep at night sometimes. I know we only had that silence, but its haunting, it reminds me too much of you. I can't sleep without noise on, I have to play music, documentaries, and beach ambient noises in the background, just so I can close my eyes. Sometimes though, you seep through. And just like waves on the beach, the memory of you crashes into the sand and fades away. Just like the way you crashed your car. I can't define, that single instant, that graphic moment. Its scary how people can just disappear, and how I'll never knew of your fate. Until someone tells me at that party that you're gone, and I'm there pondering what your final moments were, what your thoughts were. Little did I realize that I have drowned myself in bottles of gin, and my thoughts were as silent as you.

Farewell, and thanks for reading. This is Anikacy, signing out...