Connection
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The next day, he wrote a postscript to the story Silence. It was not much of a story, but it was the only means he had available, to express how he felt. It thus became part of his collection of memories.

His voice has always been their connection.

He read that story, the indented portion of Silence, over the phone to her. He read it out loud because her computer was gone, and his voice had always been their connection.

He held his voice steady enough... mostly. He had no choice; now was the time to say what must be said, knowing this reading must last her a lifetime.

He was so urgently aware that this was the last phone call; there was no option to calm down and try again later. What was said, is said perhaps forever; nothing spoken can be taken back or explained. What was unsaid, shall remain so.

His voice had always been their connection, and that connection is now severed. Only memories, and promises to keep those memories, remain.

With time, the written memories become the strongest. His memory of her shall remain strong indeed.

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