Two. Trying the best they could. Recalibrating and adjusting; their way of trying to hold onto what they had. It was calm and chaotic. Her overthinking and his reassurances. Until it wasn't. It broke. It was exhausting, but it was something. They knew it was. It was a distance. It was words not said. It was yearning understood. There were so many years of silence, that it was comfortable. A hidden longing. An orbit of two planets. Beautiful.
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