He slowly leaned closer. It was cold.
He leaned closer pressing his ear against the covered chest. The white shirt so similar to his own.

Silence.

He waited.
Waited for the beloved sound to return. Waited for it to break the silence. He couldn't even gulp. He waited for a voice, for a breath.

Silence.

It was dark.

He waited.
For a sound.
For a light.
For anything to happen.

Silence.

He waited.
And waited.

Nothing happened.

But he waited.
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