Deafening silence pounds in my ears because no one knows what to say to make it better. But it isn’t actually silent. Short breaths and a small fan running across the room, cars and busses passing on the street below. They steal glances when they think I’m not looking, stare at the tile floor when I look back, and refuse to speak even when the silence begs them to. Perhaps they think their heartbeats are enough. But there’s no comfort in the ambient noises. There’s no comfort in company. There’s no comfort in this town.



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