Everyday I see you enter the room, the plain grey walls turn into a variety of colors. Everytime you smile, butterflies would play and the sparks would fly. Everytime you laugh, I cannot hear anything else but you.
Everytime.
But everytime you run to her, everytime you hold her hand, everytime you smile because of her, everytime you laugh with her, everything gets quiet except for the sound of my heart being torn apart.
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