A mouse gracefully glides over an album;

Skimming the songs her current mood calls for…

This one in particular.

A haunting tune, a husky voice, a wispy falsetto;

As the music fills the cracks,

Fumes of nostalgia travel through her eardrums.

A sombre melody transports her back to a different time;

Happiness was once abundant, everything else deemed redundant.

A wistful smile and half-hearted sigh;

Paired with dilated pupils inside glazed eyes.

A stinging sensation of heartache engulfs her;

Yet a fragment of joy still lingers,

Within her very being a silent film-like melodrama breaks loose.

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