One day, they will be separated and go along their own path. One day, they will no longer be missing each other like how they used to be. One day, they also will no longer sitting around a table and laughing together, sharing stories. All of that will become a vague memories for them that once in a fortnight, one by one will remember how they used to be. But surely, they will just smile looking into the deep dark sky and pray to the Unknown; everyone is fine.

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