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b>Prologue: /b>
Ping…Ping…Ping…
This is what I hear, all through the nights. Just this soft…
Ping…Ping…Ping…
I lie awake, starring in the darkness, counting all the little 'pings' one-by one.
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How is it that little things seem to intensify in volume as soon as the lights go out? Is it part of the world's evil ways to keep you from getting a good nights rest?
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Or maybe I'm just using my leaky faucets as an excuse for my restless nights. They're so easy to come by these days, especially when I reach out into the darkness and find he is not there. Not that he ever really was there, but I always knew… Okay, I didn't exactly "know" for sure, but I kinda had this feeling deep in the depths of my mind that he's supposed to be here. Here holding me, making me feel safe. Here whispering 'I love you' in my ear before I drift off to sleep. Here fixing my Goddamn leaky faucet!
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