Music to My Ears

She missed the light, the loud brightness, that lyrical sun that made her want to live. She missed it's gentle pianissimo, the way it soothed her heart, and sent the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. She missed the way it made her heart jump and the blood pump throughout her body.

But, she couldn't hear it no more, the world was quiet, and it soon destroyed her. All she had now was the silence, the world around her an old film, a world where the wind didn't breeze by, her heart was barely beating, her blood frozen in her veins, the darkness, the moon, the shadow that killed the butterflies.

She missed music. She missed the strong bass, the soft piano, the grit of the guitar, or the cry of the violin. She missed the lyrics, the poetry that had always described how she felt, how it made her cry, or how it made her smile.

Music was her only reason to live and now that was gone.

The images and names of each story character
are based off of real people, though personalities
and habits of some are based off my friends, with
their permission, from my creativity, or taken from myself.

Any likeliness to another story is coincidence,
there are too many stories and movies I have NOT read,
as far as I know all my stories are my own ideas unless
stated differently by myself.

A babygreenlizard and exoticgothdemonqueen production.