As I drove down the interstate; not daring to look back for fear
of turning around, I listened intently to the silence. It
disturbed me. Even when he had been with me; in total silence it
didn't feel like this. This was an empty, eerie kind of silence.
The kind you get when you know something's not right. I turned
the radio on and tried to get into the upbeat hip-hop song that I
actually used to like. Still, my little green Mustang felt empty.
Frustrated, I turned the radio off and took a deep breath to
steady myself. I wouldn't lose it, I wouldn't cry. But then, I
was pulling over and leaning my head against the steering wheel.
Sobs came, heavy and loud as I cried. My head was pounding and my
nose was running. Still, the tears wouldn't stop, because, in
that moment, I realized why the silence wasn't welcome: it was
missing his heartbeat.
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