“No longer” drifts away like music whispering mid-air. Like, walking away from the noise until the volume is 0. Until the volume in your heart has healed itself. Drifting… isn’t a sad thing. It’s leaving when the story says turn the page or you’ll be torn on this page. It’s realization for your revelations. It’s sometimes “finally” if ever you forgot how to trust yourself. “No longer” doesn’t say anything bad when it understands the assignment is simply absolute.♡