Music! The neighborhood was full of music. Of raindrops on window panes, the rustling of leaves, the howling of the cold wind on snowy nights, the arguments of the Latino couple next door, children melodiously humming Christmas carols, the soulful artist down the street who made a living playing his violin. My favorite, was the slapping noise her shoes made against the wet pavement, walking the streets on a rainy day.
I always thought that the last sound I would ever remember was the smashing of our car against the parapet of the bridge, as she’d driven off of it, in her angry-drunken state.
After living through a few days in Coma, I’d learned that I survived the accident, she hadn’t!
Music! The neighborhood is full of music!
But now, the only sound I can hear, is the silence of her absence!
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