Nothing left to say,

we’re standing, staring at one another. Every feeling pouring from our eyes, yet our mouths remain mutually sewn.

Clenching one fist and wiping her eye with her free hand, she turned and left. Heels on wood emphasize the leaving effect of leaving.

I heard the door slam, but I’m still here.
I haven’t said a thing.

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