Your voice was once my favorite resonance, but lately I've forgotten even how I sound | Dark
So nice to see your face again; tell me how long has it been, since you've been here—
The sight was familiar, and almost too much for the young adult to bear at the current moment. Around him, the world still continued on and moved as though they were nothing but strangers who happened to be around the same place at the same time : a pair of randomly vibrating particles that happened to collide at some point on a cartesian plane with no real impact; but it's not true, isn't it? He and the other were not just strangers like the other faces of anonymity that milled around them.
The name is bitter on Blanc's tongue and misplaced with a question.
Was Dark still the correct or adequate term of address? They had once been so close that names had become obsolete, and one glance or just a notion would have allowed them to communicate easily as though they were all the same person. Names and spoken words were fallible back then, but not their trio; we were inseparable for the same cause—
and now he had nothing he could possibly say that would stop the other from walking out his life; eternally and again.
You look so different than before, but you're still the person I adore
Fingers reach out instinctively to grasp at the last of the man's shadow as it passes by him in the moment of thought and rumination
— what if he doesn't want to acknowledge me?
Frozen with fear – all out of love but I take it from the past; All out of words cause I'm sure it'll ever last—
"Excuse me, please. I know you saw me there; I know you too well." Blanc swallows hard and feels the spit scratch against his parsed throat; and a brief but empty chuckle replaces the silence that escalated the waiting, pounding in his chest.
I've been saving these last words for one last miracle, but now I'm not sure. I can't save you if you don't let me – you just get me like I've never been gotten before.