“. . .”

It was silent.

“. . .”

I can’t hear anything, no white noise, nothing. Where is it when I’m trying to fall asleep?

“. . .”

…I took a moment, to listen closely to whatever I could hear. To the outside, it was eerily quiet, nothing notable. And to the outside of my room, there was nothing too. It seems that they already fell asleep. The only kind of “white noise” I can hear is this.. subliminal silence that exists around me.

But when I turn to lay on my side,

“. . .”

I could hear his heartbeat.

Fuck, I can’t sleep.

But hearing his heartbeat, it’s not really a bad thing, it felt comforting to hear Harmon again. I know it’s not Harmon, but I can make it feel like it’s him. I miss him. Two years, since…

No, it’s not good to think about that. Leave the past behind, if I want to get out of this loop of misery. But then again, I was always in some form of misery even all the way back then. What did he have to deal with..

“. . .”

I guess I can turn this feeling into something useful.

I got off my bed, waiting a bit to see if his heartbeat remained in my rhythm. Even if I can’t hear it anymore, I would still remember how much seconds were in between each thump.

One two..

One two..