Midnight lingers like an unspoken confession, the quiet hum of the city a distant lullaby. The moon spills silver through half drawn curtains, painting shadows where memories linger. They are apart, yet the same thought flickers in the silence. Do you feel this too?
Somewhere, a clock ticks. Somewhere, a sigh dissolves into the dark. The weight of absence presses gently against their ribs, a familiar ache. They are still thinking of each other. And the night stretches on, endless and tender, holding the echo of what once was and what still remains.
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