Quiet.
I came home and no one greeted me.
Thinking of her gentle smile.
Staring at the phone, staying on the last dialog box.
So quiet, so suffocating, so uncomfortable.
How is it possible? Neighbors told me she was no longer here.
But she's always there.
Wrong?
Wrong!
It's all me and I deserve to go to hell.
Concept: a little idea.