Prologue

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As I laid in bed I thought back to music, the last time I ever saw him..

It replays in my head. It's not like I spend all night and day with him on my mind, but I must admit I do reminisce every now and then on what we used to have. Our bond, unspoken but definitely present, it was evident too.

I tried to forget about him and go to sleep but something in my body wasn't allowing me to drift off... Love? Lust? I have no idea but it was smothering my mind and I wanted it gone!

My eyes snap open and I went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I slowly sipped it while looking out the window and onto the empty street.

I managed to shake the thought of him once again and went to bed, the only way to regain my composure is to make an attempt at forcing myself to forget.

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