It was merely a whisper...
A trembling voice that said those words we did not wanted to listen, patiently and steadily building its speech trough vibrations that i felt on the back of my neck.
I was amused by i'ts persistance, subtle but firmly gripped on to my body, even the cold wouldn't shake it away.
We had talked about it, it was decided, there would be no more debate, no questions or propositions, there was simply no time for these whispers to be heard, but it didn't matter.
The absence was too long perhaps?
-You think so?
No, but apparently you do.
-That's were you are mistaken, i was never gone, but you weren't listening.
And so, while there will be no way to make it even, all those words were spoken, heard or unheard, like if they were written on the pages of a book that was never read, not even waiting for someone to pronounce them, because it was not needed.
It was never lost, but as such, it may never be really found for its existence was only there for a moment.
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