I miss the tense between us. No, not when we tried to kill each other or when we fill the room with shouting.

I miss when we fight together like buddies, or even more. I miss when you still tried to stare deeply on me when you were busy.

I wish I can replace you. Keep you away from the death.

I miss you.

—E. N. June 4th

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