Remnants

Time stopped many memories ago.

Remnants of that frame of mind brings her back here again and again, knowing well that nobody will turn up, and she will return alone.

Once again, she scans those messages – typed with the right emojis, scanned carefully for errors or ambivalence – lying in Drafts.


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