It’s not closure. It’s what comes after you admit everything, and nothing changes. They’re still gone. Still not yours. But they’re everywhere. In the silence. In the dreams. In the coffee you don’t drink anymore. This piece is tired. Tender. Full of memory triggers and soft heartbreak that never really fades. It’s written to sound like someone recording a voice note they’ll never send. For anyone still carrying what they never got to hold. Script by u/VeeAyOfficial