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There was quiet. At first, it was almost peaceful. There had been so much drama in the house before; everything, literally everything, had been alive with noise, with movement. With people.
But they weren’t people, they were your fridge, your washing machine, hell, even your ventilation system.
But now it was quiet.
Pacing your bedroom, like you had been for the last few hours, you looked at your phone. No messages, no calls. Nothing. Sure, at first, when you started to help them all leave, you got calls, you got texts, you got invites to hang out. But it had been a while since then. They had lives, you reasoned, new lives that they could enjoy; who were you to deprive them of that just because you were lonely? It was selfish, so you just let it happen. You let them stop calling, you let them stop visiting, you didn’t cry when they had more important things to do.
But now it was quiet.
You took a look at your dateviators, useless now, but you still put them on; it was comforting, nostalgic for a time that was barely months ago. It was almost insane, wearing them, you could almost hear the chatter, the arguing in the laundry room, the singing in the bathroom, the comforting hum of voices all around you. But it wasn’t real. Was it ever real? Maybe you were just crazy, hell, some days you sat in bed considering it. Maybe it was a dream. But god, those feelings in your chest as you trace your fingertips along your doorframe, or gently wash your plates with care…those were real.
But now it was quiet.
And you wondered if it would ever be noisy again.