I’ve never heard this kind of quiet.
I’ve never felt this kind of quiet.
Where it’s wrapping around me and encompassing me with it’s loneliness.
Where the quiet is so silent that all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears.
I’ve always loved the quiet, or silence, of a room. I actually looked forward to the quiet. I loved the way the notes of my violin would echo off the walls.
I used to love the quiet.
I used to love to play.
But there’s nowhere for me to play now.
Because this quiet is too lonely.
He’d love it if I did, but I’m too numb. My limbs are too heavy to even pick up my violin. That was the one thing I loved more than anything, till there were two other people that took that place.
Where two people found a way to wedge themselves into my heart, making my once loved violin a small third piece of my heart.
But now? One of those pieces is missing.
A throat is cleared in front of me and suddenly I remember where I am. Why the silence and quiet of the room is so loud.
Why it feels like I’ve literally been ripped in two.
Because I had.
My whole world had been tilted on its axis, and it will never be right again.
Taking a ragged deep breath in, I finally managed to croak out, “They say that history repeats itself...” I pause because the tears are threatening to spill over at any moment. My eyes brimming and my cheeks flushed a scarlet red. I can’t hold back the tears. I don’t have the willpower any longer to hold them back.
They rush down my cheeks like a raging river. I want to scream. I want to cry out. I want to fall to my knees begging for this to be a dream.
My world was tilted and will forever be skewed.
Because once upon a time...