Driven home, I'm not ready for the silence that awaits me inside. So I wave good bye and make my way to the door, trying to stomp down the anxiety twisting in my stomach.

The second she disappears down the street, I hop down the steps and disappear into the cold, dark night.

The silence is different out here.

There's not supposed to be more. It has lost nothing to become this.

And after a few rounds on the swing, I feel better. Ready to face an entirely different sort of silence.

Say good bye to the night lights.

Say hello to everything that hides behind locked doors.


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