without a trace

Word reached me he is somewhere, laughing. He must have been happy when he left that night. Or his baggages were there, his eyes just sealed them.

The mocking silence that followed when he vanished was not a surprise, considering he loved being predictable. But it still struck me, dumbfounded, as if not used to it.

I’m alone again.

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