Sitting in an empty room with the window open, it's a bit cold. Hugging my legs, I warm myself with the remaining heat.
The sound, you, came to an abrupt end two months ago. The cigarettes you smoked, the longing I felt for you. No arguments, no entanglements. It was like a calm rain, quietly falling and then stopping.
Perhaps there was no emotion, yet my heart has continued to ache. Maybe it was just dependence. I stood up and gazed at the night view outside the window. Just dependence, that's all.