FicWad

All of the moments add up to something. Maybe you knew this all along. Maybe I'm daft. But sitting in this chair and knowing that a violin that was once played so beautifully is now sat there collecting dust. A shame. You're perfect. And I'll keep sitting here waiting for you to come back.
I suppose that's all I can do. Wait. I know what I saw but I'm not going to believe it. Believing something so tragic like that is like having a real memory ripped away. I for one am not prepared for that at all.
This flat. It's so empty. Quiet and dusty. Just boring without your madness here. Silence in the air and just a load noise in my head. Maybe it's screaming. Or pleading. Who knows.
It's been two days. Two days since my...
My...
Best friend left. What was he thinking? Maybe he thought he could fly or something daft like that. No. That phone call. A note he had said it was. His final speech. Final investigation and case.
His final breath.
I don't know why he did it. He seemed perfectly... Normal? No he wasn't normal, he could never be that.