Far apart in another world.

Every day I'd read those texts, the bright light illuminated a part of the room as I spoke and chuckled to myself. I read them every night since that day like they were just sent to me, the dates didn't matter. I'd always make up unserious jokes waiting for the "grow up" thing she'd always said back. We enjoyed working with each other at the desk in my room, with me, making jokes to the person on the other chair, but now, staring deeply into the empty seat, I wondered if we'll exchange looks again.