Sleepwalk

I missed you.

This has happened to me, panel for panel. Weird.

It’s weird when both of you know what is going on, but you still can’t act on how you feel. Each time you do, they retreat further & further, unless you repress what you had & wipe it clean from the existence of your heart & memory. History can be a pain, especially when it plays out the way it did in this short story.

Just an accident waiting to happen.

I’ll post something happier or at least more thought-provoking later.

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