They watch you walk in and
give a small smile when you notice them. But when you are talking you
can hear something different in their voice and their laugh becomes
more stoic as the night goes on. Sometimes you watch them staring off
at some invisible point in the distance and when they come back you
notice something in their eyes is pleading:
Turn the music up louder
than anyone ever has before. Say your goodbyes to me and take your
hearts all back. Let this place be the last one this sad body of mine
will ever conscientiously be seen.
Eventually they catch on to
what you've noticed because your mouth is not listening to your mind.
You are saying:
I love you. This isn't your
end. Let's get our of here.
But they don't move, and
neither do you
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