Once upon a time, a cynical girl met a broken boy, and in his eyes she saw everything. Knowing that together they could have a life, not that they will, but that they could. For once, there was possibility without doubt or need to find faults where there were none. For a brief moment she saw her life, and by the end of her exhale, he was gone. From then on, all she's saw in every person was, not my life, not my life, not my life. She spent years thereafter avoiding silence because her prospective, hypothetical life flashed before her eyes in those moments, so she made as much noise as possible. The only thing left was a necessary amount of noise.
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