Entering the room , and dispersing into our own corners their own little faux worlds was a welcomed distraction . Once the conversations they craved for, have now turned into fights They used to crave for moments together , now solitude was their only solace Even after such distances its the little things that keeps them bonded, A concerned look from across the room , A smirk of assurance , A pseudo sarcastic comment, and most of all the silence of words unspoken yet perceived.