Everything I said came back a moment later; my echoed voice sounded hollow, robotic. We spoke for hours, talking to ourselves. Words die before their destinations- my voice returns to me empty, and she decays, in a crackle of static.
Everything I said came back a moment later; my echoed voice sounded hollow, robotic. We spoke for hours, talking to ourselves. Words die before their destinations- my voice returns to me empty, and she decays, in a crackle of static.
Great line: “Words die before their destinations”