Erstwhile lovers

Their fingers danced upon their keypads. Disengaged words with disjointed emotions in disconnected worlds. Lovers they were not. Time had long robbed them of such intimacies. They were friends, on a good day. Strangers, on some others. Cool, detached and dispassionate, with carefully measured words, toned down emotions and a thin layer of ice.

PS: My maiden attempt at a 55-worder. Read other stories here.

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