Something has changed and he can’t understand it.
The silence is new. It is a silence he has never heard before. It is loud, and intense as it rings in his ears.
He tries to fight it by opening the windows to let the world in, but even the world can’t penetrate the walls.
Occasionally he hears her laughter, but even that is only a whisper that floats just out of his reach.
Each step he takes on the stairs is loud and violent, and they stretch and twist making the climb more uncertain.
The doors are cold to his touch, a block of ice behind each one.
He tries to adapt. He tries to get used to it. But understanding evades him.
And then he sees it. It stares him in the face and mocks his recognition.
All the rooms are empty.
And Now She is Gone 
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