Having two people in control of the same body was… a curious feeling.
In my waking hours, I continued the walk that the other me embarks on. When I sleep, I wake to a place I don't remember sleeping at.
But there was a single constant.
The woman observing me.
Like usual, today she observed my actions.
Made no effort to strike up a conversation.
In a sense, she's similar to the woman I fell in love with, the one whom I shared my silence with.
But they were not the same.
I can feel it. Inside, there was a respect towards her.
Not as lovers, but as someone I could count on.
I found myself smiling recently. Though… without a body, I suppose that doesn't quite constitute as a smile.
But my spirits have been lifted. The memory of my, no. Our younger years.
The years after we broke the silence between us, they were blurred but always accompanied by a warmth that spread through this empty chest of mine.
