In the evening, as I wind down, I can only see flashbacks and hear echoes of the days when we were scrunched down in blankets, keeping our toes warm and laughing at the funny things your roommate said. At night, I try to remember what it's like to have you next to me; try to find those memories and let them fill me up with your warmth. I can almost remember you; but it's not fully there anymore. And I miss you, I miss you. So I whisper to myself:
Soon. You'll be back soon.
And I wander through deep trenches of snow, towards the thrones on the Eastern Sea, entirely swallowed up by my dreams.
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