When Thomas met her, he could hear better. Ridiculous, yes. But true. Furthermore, the noises in his life came together. They coalesced. They cadenced. Frantic ringtones, clinks of bottles, rustling sheets, even the beats between keystrokes. As he grew with her, so did the sound. It crescendoed and for a moment it played a note that was perfect. More perfect than she was. It woke him up, and with her asleep in his arms, he listened. Then, the quickly unraveling melody, the cacophony. The lack of harmony, and now, the silence.
