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I broke the spell and uttered a sentence.

"We have to talk."

The words kicked back from the walls. The only thing which stayed was silence, hard and misunderstood. 

The bells rang.  

We spoke a bit, about weather and kids and work. His hand held mine. Glances never met. 

And there, on the border of our heavily guarded worlds we made a silent pact which pronounced us friends.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

We never saw each other again.