Now, right now, it is happening.
Her memory floods my senses causing a waterfall of thoughts.
The inevitable pain.
Why do I hold on? What do I see? How can one have so much but be taken down from a simple moment of time? After all, it is only a memory.
I listen to the music in the background. Oh, that volume is way to low.
Now, the notes bounce off all four walls like a live concert. My heart is pounding and the beats are coursing through my veins.
It does not work – my mind has escaped my grasp. The clock strikes.