Devasting Stories

They say grief is the price we pay for love. I think that's a lie. Grief isn't a price. It's a debt. It's a loan you take out with your whole heart, knowing you can never pay it back, hoping the interest doesn't kill you before the principle does. Julian was a composer. I was just the girl who held the pen when his hands shook too much to write. He wrote a symphony for us. He promised it would end in a major key. He promised we'd grow old in a house with a piano in the living room and cats on the windowsill. He promised me forever. Julian was a liar. This isn't a love story. Love stories have endings where people stay. This is a autopsy of a promise. This is what happens when the music stops, and you're the only one left in the room.