When the leaves were falling. Year's end, and we were all waiting for it to come, dreading each ticking moment that drew us all farther away, back into ourselves. But we did not cry out, we went silently into the storm. And we did keep the memories, and the feelings. We were never living in the same world, not a single one of us. But we never really got that, we couldn't have, lest the eye be turned towards us. We weren't the same, we were the revolution, and it was to be the end of all of us. Time for execution, and that was everything that could never have been, ending. It was swift and didnt hurt at all, and that perhaps was the most shocking part. And maybe not. If it were not for the silence... There is something behind me now, creeping on the countertop. I can't stand to watch. But I am in the digital now, and it cannot touch me here.
Cheza Calanthe Community Member 
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