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She waved bye to her friends and walked up the steps to her apartment. She shoved her hands in her bag, waiting to hear the clinking of keys against each other. She inserts the key and turns it, hearing the satisfying click of the lock. Turning the knob, she opens the door and locks it again behind her. She expected to hear the tiny patter of footsteps against the hardwood coming to meet her, but she heard nothing. She only heard the loneliness of being left alone, a piercing ringing in her ears.

She walked to the dinner table, her heels tapping loudly with each step. She placed her leather bag down, and dropped her keys next to it. The sound of the metal hitting the wood echoed loudly in the quiet room before the ringing slowly returned. She walked over to her room, and took off her red stilettos. Her feet were encompassed by a soft purple carpet, absorbing the rest of her footsteps.

She pulled off her dress, unzipping it all the way. She rustled through her closet and slipped on some PJs. Looking herself in the mirror, she sighed at the nonexistent smile on her face. Her steps her now thuds as she moved into her bathroom. She turned the handle of her sink, the water preceded by a squeak. The sound of rushing water emptied the room of the deafening ring, and she started to wash the makeup off.

Laying in bed, she heard the tires of the cars outside her window. She stared at the empty ceiling, listening. Then she didn't hear anything.

She expected to hear the ringing silence again, but it didn't come. She switched on her lamp, but she didn't hear a click. She looked out the window, but the rustling of the trees didn't reach her ears.

Her eyes opened and she still heard nothing. She never left her room; she was laying on the floor with a bottle in hand. Waking up, she heard true silence for the first time.

She didn't hear her dog barking or running around the house anymore. She didn't hear the TV in the living room, or her boyfriend playing video games. She didn't hear the children playing on the sidewalk or in their apartment. She didn't hear the ringing silence that usually accompanies loneliness.

She sat on the floor, listening. Listening for a sound that would never come. Waiting to finally remember how it felt to not hear the silence. But she heard the silence, as she always did.

Her memories that she would never relive were on repeat in her head.

Her sister's laughing voice that she would never hear again.

Her mother's humming as she cooked in the kitchen.

The flipping of the pages that her father used to read.

True silence was always quiet.

Quiet enough to make her remember everything she lost.

Everything she never had.

The Sound Of Silence really does exist, and it’s the lingering echoes of the Big Bang. Without warning, those echoes finally fade and stop… and you can hear what true silence sounds like for the first time…

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December 14th

The song used was Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran.

The proposal was in the moonlight, her eyes glistening with tears on her own birthday. The yellow Christmas lights in the surrounding trees illuminated the frozen lake where they had been skating, the light from the moon ricocheting off the ice. He knelt down on his knee and pulled out a black velvet box, carefully concealing the ring he meticulously picked out: a thin silver band with a small diamond in the center, her name imbedded on the rim. She was so overcome with happiness, tears now spilled from her eyes as he slipped the ring on her finger. The surrounding skaters clapped as they celebrated, the couple squeezing each other tight and never wanting to let go. That special night couldn't have been any more perfect in either of their eyes.

Two months later, on Valentine's Day, they started planning for the wedding. Autumn, they decided, of the next year where they would be surrounded by the red trees as the leaves would fall around them. She already knew her maid of honor, he already knew his best man. She chose a rustic theme, specific colours to compliment the vibrant leaves that would be at the venue. She picked a beautiful flowing white gown, a bodice perfectly fitting with lace embroidering the waistline, leading up around her chest and her arms. Soft, white silk layers flowed below her waist, falling to the floor, ending with a soft train behind her. Her father would walk her down the aisle as the man of her dreams waited with a smile at the end. Together they chose the perfect song for their big night, one they will always remember. And although only one of her eyes were blue, her green one was still beautiful in his eyes.

And should this be the last thing I see

I want you to know it's enough for me

'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need

That night they danced in the candle light until their feet hurt, smiling and imagining their future that was to come.

On the Fourth of July, they sat together by the lake as fireworks burst over their heads and the reflections dancing in the waves. He brought his guitar and sang her a song, promising her that he would never leave her side.

Two weeks later, he found her crying in their room, pictures sprawled out in front of her. Jealous acquaintances of her past came back just to say she would never be good enough for a man like him. But he didn't care. He turned off the phone and held her in his arms until she was smiling again. She was perfect to him, and that's all that mattered.

On his birthday, she bought him a new guitar. She hid it in her car for the past few days, taking it to the living room while he was at work. She carefully constructed a collage of pictures, the happiest moments of the two of them. She put it up in the center of the room, with the guitar on a stand beside it. When he came home that night, he sang her a song he had written, playing the guitar for her. They smiled and laughed the whole night, singing well into the morning. When they grew tired, they fell asleep in each other's arms, talking about their future.

December 14th of that year, they had a fight. It was supposed to be special, their engagement of one year. She drove away from the house in the rain, swiftly turning to snow. He never meant for her to leave, to get angry. But he also didn't go after her. As the snow fell and the roads froze over with ice, he started to worry about her safety. But she kept driving further and further, her mind wandering and not giving any thought as to where she was going. Tears dribbled down her cheeks as she wished it wasn't this hard. She wasn't paying attention when a person crossed the road. Neither did she notice the icy roads. Swerving to save the pedestrian's life, she lost her own.

When the police called him, he blamed himself. He never forgave himself for letting her go that night, for he was the reason her beautiful eyes had tears in them that night. He was the one her mind was on. He never got to apologize for hurting her.

Her funeral was in the middle of winter. The snow was still falling, the trees were bare. He laid a bouquet of yellow lilies in her arms as she laid still, her diamond band still around her finger. Now it was his turn to let the water fall. The last time he saw her beautiful face it was scarred, her freckles no longer visible. He lost the one he loved most. But he erased that memory of her, and chose to remember all the times they had laughed, and all the times that would have been. Their song played in his mind as her body was lowered into the ground.

And should this be the last thing I see

I want you to know it's enough for me

'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need

On her grave beneath her name was,

Lumiere

By the time Autumn came around, he sat by her grave with the guitar she had given him the year before. He cried for hours as he kept saying words that flowed nonstop from his mouth.

By December 14th, the plot next to hers was filled. That stone only had one word:

Darling

The song that was meant to be played at their wedding was now played at her funeral.