Alone. Alone. Alone. 


He walks away slowly, lost but not gone. My face burns with acid; my fists are solid stone.


Alone. Alone. Alone. 


My feelings are irrelevant, it’s not up to me. For once he’s finally happy; for once he’s finally free. 


Alone. Alone. Alone. 


Familiar faces follow me, all I cannot see. Time sleeps softly, how long will it be? Will the waiting never end? Will I ever again see my dear friend? 


Alone. Alone. Alone. 


He is not the first to say goodbye, and he will not be the last. For soon, I too will walk away. 


Slowly, slowly, slowly. 


Lost but not gone, into another world.



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