The rhythmic pounding wakes him up from his deep sleep. Glancing to the beautiful woman lying next to him, he is thankful she is sleeping through the racket. Softly untwining her arm from around him, he slowly slides out of bed, his bare feet making no sound on the deeply carpeted floor. Padding out of the room and down the dimly lit hall, he makes his way to through the living room, dodging half hidden chairs and camouflaged tables. He reaches the door, flicking on a light and turns the knob.
Strange voices rouse her from sleep, forcing her back from her sweet dreams. The low, steady buzz of unfamiliar voices continue as she rubs the last bits of sleep from her eyes; just now noticing the emptiness beside her. Sliding from the bed and donning her robe, she walks down the brightly lit hallway. Catching fragments of the conversation ahead, she slows slightly, not wanting to interrupt. Words like "there was nothing.." reach her ears as her steps slow to a minute crawl. With one last fateful step, she walks into the living room, her eyes locked on his tear stained face, knowing without looking, the golden medallion given to their son last year lay tightly coiled in his clenched fist.
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So I just realized something. A lot of these pieces for A Moment In Time could go together and make up a story, lol. For some reason, this one made me want to cry with him. There's still some mystery to what he said but once again, I think this would make a nice short story.
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