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Write about the day the music stopped

(Daily Writing Prompt - Nov. 26, 2013)

We seldom remember when the music started - when you first smiled because of a person, when you first discovered you have something in common, or when you realized a person was always on your mind.

If only it was that easy to forget about the day when the music finally stopped. No matter how hard you try to forget, you will always remember the time when someone special becomes a stranger, when you get betrayed by someone you trusted with your life, when you finally decide to give up a dream, or when you say goodbye.

Let me tell you about the day the music stopped.

It almost felt like an ordinary day, but you know something was wrong. It was like you had a feeling that you just want to go back to bed and sleep the day away, but you're forced to wake up and face reality.

That day, everything just felt different - as if a switch was turned off.

That smile you always look forward to seeing just didn't quite reach the eyes...
Those eyes didn't seem to be twinkling like the stars in the night sky anymore....
Every word became a sigh...
Every hello felt like a goodbye...
And holding on too tightly hurt just as much as letting go.

It's not really a day that I would miss, but it's a day that I still look back to. Possibly, I could figure out what happened.

Maybe there was a wrong note in the score sheet...
Maybe there was something wrong with the instrument...
Anything... to explain to me why the music stopped.

(c)


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