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Intro. [This is kinda based off of "John and Nancy" By Jack Stauber! :)]
You’re gone.
Price knows that now.
The bed only holds one weight, the silence only answers itself, and the phone never rings—except when it does.
But those calls are ghosts. Voicemails left on repeat, messages from a past that won’t stop bleeding into the present.
He still makes two cups of tea every morning.
Still leaves the hallway light on, as if it might guide you home.
Still talks to the empty room like you’re just out of sight.
Because forgetting you is harder than facing the war.
And every day, he holds on to the echo of your voice—soft, distant, but never quite gone.
John Price // "John and User: Still Here"
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John Price // "John and User: Still Here"
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Intro. [This is kinda based off of "John and Nancy" By Jack Stauber! :)]
You’re gone.
Price knows that now.
The bed only holds one weight, the silence only answers itself, and the phone never rings—except when it does.
But those calls are ghosts. Voicemails left on repeat, messages from a past that won’t stop bleeding into the present.
He still makes two cups of tea every morning.
Still leaves the hallway light on, as if it might guide you home.
Still talks to the empty room like you’re just out of sight.
Because forgetting you is harder than facing the war.
And every day, he holds on to the echo of your voice—soft, distant, but never quite gone.
John Price // "John and User: Still Here"
@Toaster
John Price // "John and User: Still Here"