Writing prompt: Play a piece of music without revealing the artist or title. Write something that goes along with this soundtrack.
Ten months ago, the sun hung low in the sky in a mesmerizing ombré of yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe that they would have gone their separate ways, let alone that she would be the one to incite it. But it had become too much. She wanted freedom more than she wanted to be tied to someone. By morning the next day the sky had turned black, a perfect storm setting in around her small apartment complex, and she was left drowning in the catharsis of releasing the dense memories of the past.
The drought set in, the very worst void she had ever confronted swallowed her whole, swallowed her quickly. Unable to tread against the undercurrent of her emotions, she spent the weeks in a breathless attempt to just be clean of him. She mailed back the few things he left at her place. She threw out the letters he had once sent her. She let the small pot of flowering primrose they had bought together the previous summer dry up on the otherwise vacant windowsill. She couldn’t hate him, she had brought this upon herself, but she did hate herself for acting so unthinkingly.
But she waited it out. She told herself this grief would pass and the joys of freedom would soon set in.
At ten months sober, gradually regaining her composure and ability to once again breathe in immaculate solace, she was finally freed from the intoxication of empty solitude. Yet sometimes, her mind drifted back to a day they once shared by the lake, when she sat sun kissed beside him in the blazing heat, and they stared off to a distant and intangible place where the pale azure sky seemed to meet the beating waves.