Julian was a professional listener, a late-night radio DJ for a pirate station that broadcasted from a decaying warehouse by the docks. His show was called The Afterhours , a sanctuary for the lonely, the heartbroken, and the insomniacs. Tonight, his own heart was the one under repair.
He pulled up to the warehouse, the bassline of the song still echoing in his head. Michelle’s voice was the only thing he could think about. Or rather, the lack of it. Their relationship hadn't ended with a screaming match or a dramatic door slam. It had simply evaporated into a cold, suffocating silence. 🎙️ Static and Silence Cannons - Talk Talk (Official Audio)
"Then let's talk," Julian said, smiling for the first time in weeks. "I'm listening. Tell me everything." Julian was a professional listener, a late-night radio
Julian looked out the rain-streaked window at the blinking red lights of the city skyline. The song began to fade out, leaving a heavy silence in the studio. But this time, the silence wasn't empty. It was full of anticipation. He pulled up to the warehouse, the bassline
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