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All We Had Was Her Room, Her Stories, And The Quiet That Settled In As We Tried In Vain To Spread Ourselves Out And Fill The Space She'd Left Behind.

Lifestyle Is An Terrible, Unpleasant Put To Not Have A Very Finest Buddy.

If This Was My Instinct Talking, I Didn‟t Want To Hear What It Was Saying.

So Much Had Happened That Morning. Yet It Was This Image, This Moment, That I Kept Going Back To Hours Later, After We'd Made It Safely To The Walkway And Gone Our Separate Ways To Classes. How It Felt To Have The World Moving Beneath Me, A Hand Gripping Mine, Knowing If I Fell, At Least I Wouldn't Do It Alone.

You Should Have Seen Your Face," She Said, Her Breath Hot In My Ear. "sa-woooon.