The laughter is, empty.
You know something is up when you cannot look into your own reflection in the morning, before you go to school and after you come back from it. And you start to realise how wrong things start to get when you hear nothing at all in the middle of a very noisy room and even when a friend nudges you, you cannot be bothered to pay attention to the four conversations taking place simultaneously. Yet nothing happens. There is no change, no sense of revelation or no desolateness or even a tinge of numbness, you remain as you were -
What happens next?
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