"I will try to fix you."

There was something peculiar about the atmosphere. It was missing something familiar but she couldn't put a finger on exactly what it was. It hit her, it was the noise, or rather, the lack of it. There was no sound anywhere. You could say that the silence was so deafening she was afraid that if she broke it everything in her path would shatter.

The world was in black and grey, it was almost as if an artist decided his palette could only be in monochrome. She wanted to find an escape from it, it was almost a nightmare in itself. Except that there were no ghosts or murderers. The loneliness felt worst than anything else. She questioned her own ability to feel. Even if the feeling was just pain, it would have been welcoming to know she could feel again. 

The dead leaves on the ground rustled, but like everything else they made no noise. The only voice she could hear was her own voice in her head, haunting her, telling her that happiness was just an illusion, whispering things she wish she could un-hear if she had the choice. She gazed at the leaves, they were similar. At one point of time they were green and fresh and so full of life. Time had not been kind to either. The once vibrant lush emeralds were now a faded shade of grey, its prime a once-was. 

An empty chord, a cacophony of notes, a melody of sorts, a past. In the drowning darkness, even the air seemed to thin. She decided that her fate had been decided. She was suffocating but she didn't care. It was over. The silence, the darkness, the past, it was all finally coming to an end. The last part of her life journal was waiting to be written. She closed her eyes.

She looked up at the shining sun rays and his smiling face, and the silence was broken.