Whisp

I found solace in the silence of that now hallowed place where he had departed from me. It was that very silence which kept me there, lingering like petrichor. It was as though I had been clinging to the very absence of his breath as though I might fall from the heights of some great ledge that was, only mere moments ago, his person.

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