Vic had gotten into his car, once again, and turned on the radio. There it was, the song. This time though, he didn’t want to escape it. He let it take it’s course and with every chord he remembered more and more.

He didn’t need to know that she was actually the purpose for the song’s existence because to him she was. It was why he needed it. He needed it to find him. To remember that neither of them wanted to say goodbye, but they had to.

In a way, the song was his releasing point, because he had no other option. He couldn’t have her, and if he couldn’t have her, he just wanted to remember her. Because she could make a sound without even saying something.