Tw: implied death, grief. Story: Have you ever felt so empty that everything is still. And the whole world was silent and empty. No matter how much noise you actually make it never makes a sound through the emptiness. Its all in a still silence. And the only thing you can hear is your own heart beat and breathing as you wish for both to stop. It had been like this for him for 2 years now. He couldn't forget her. Not yet, not ever. She had been his everything, she had been his sister. She was his sun, his light. And he was her roots. He would comfort her by playing his guitar for her She had loved his music more than anything. "You'll be the greatest musician some day" she said. She would ask him to come sit on her bed and play her favorite song, and he did, he did till there was no one left to play for. It took a year for him to even be able to look at his guitar. Everything had been quiet for so long. Nothing broke the silence, except for his music. He would softly hum as he carefully plucked the strings. It made a soft melody of his creation. And for a few moments the he wouldn't feel so empty, for a few moments he could feel something he hadn't felt in a long time. It was the only thing breaking the long silence that still over took everything. Until one day a boy came, no older than 17, he was drawn to the music which played softly. The musician started seeing the boy everyday. The boy seemed sick but never let that stop him. He was as bright a the sun, and for the first time in a long time the musician felt whole. The two grew closer as time went by. They almost acted like brothers. Everyday the boy asked him to play his favorite song, which was one the musician wrote, and the older boy would sit down on the bed and play his guitar for him, until there was no one left to play it for. The boy's heath had started to deteriorate first slowly than rapidly. And once again everything was silent. Not a sound could be heard to him. It was silent, and not even his guitar could fill it this time. No amount of soft humming and picking strings, could fill the gash that had torn him.He couldn't even looking at it anymore. He would just sit there in silence as his voice and soul slowly twindled to nothing.
