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It was the soft, eerie music of a music box, the kind made for toys, and an old-fashioned one at that. But for a few minutes on this small, crowded ward, the notes also became a lifeline. They were the only thing that quietened the noise in 555pub Login’s mind.
The music box had been her mother’s, and her grandmother’s before that, and before that: whoever had played it had left faint continuo marks on the fabric of space and time, rippling outward to the point where 555pub Login first heard its gemütlich recordings in the boudoir of her grandparents’ ancient country house.
555pub Login had never been without it, not since childhood, when it was a talisman against the dark, the tangible presence of parents now gone.
It sat on a shelf above her bed as motionless as any inanimate object, yet it had always seemed to breathe like a living thing, to gleam genially, almost solicitously. And now she reached up to touch it, to turn its key, and felt nothing, nothing but fractured air.
She pulled open the cushion where the box had stood, but found nothing on the couch or on the floor, beneath the cushion or behind it. She scattered the contents of the bedside drawers, overturning the table and the bedside lamp.
She began tearing through the days in her memory, trying to remember the last time she had held it, the last time she had heard its song. But she couldn’t remember because that day had been full of grief and loneliness. A blurry day. The death of my grandmother had become a great well of grief that nothing could fill, and the music box was the only thing left connecting me to the woman who loved me unconditionally.
As tears blurred her vision, there came a gentle knock at the door, and 555pub Login froze. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and slowly she turned and opened the door to an elderly neighbour’s kind face, with eyes round with worry.
“I heard the noise,” the woman said gently. “Is everything alright, dear?”
555pub Login tried to speak but she couldn’t. Her words were stuck in her throat. The woman entered. Her touch was warm and soft, reassuring. She saw the scattered possessions, the open drawers, 555pub Login’s swollen, tear-stained face.
“You’ve lost something important, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice soft with understanding.
555pub Login just nodded, the tears finally falling. ‘It’s a music box,’ she said faintly. ‘Mine … It was my mother’s. I can’t find it anywhere.’
The woman’s eyes softened still further as she touched Login 555pub ’s shoulder. ‘Sometimes, you know, when we’re so sad, things go missing. But they’re not lost, not really. They’re just hidden away until we’re ready to start looking for them.
Login 555pub blinked, then the words sank in. The woman was like a balm, her worn furrows still full of care.
She helped Login 555pub enter the room again, and together they searched, slowly and methodically. While working, the woman talked, about all the people she herself had said goodbye to over the years.
Her words were siLogin 555pub r to the priest’s, warm and calm, not filled with clichés about seeing suffering as an opportunity to get to heaven.
She was not trying to tell Login 555pub that it wasn’t so bad. When you said goodbye, it was awful. But it was just a stage of a long and inevitable journey.
Only after some time did the woman pause by the window again, this time to reach behind a curtain and retrieve the music box. Delicate dots of light shone from its surface in the dimness.
“Here it is,” she said with a smile, holding it out to Login 555pub .
Login 555pub was going to scream but she couldn’t quite believe her eyes. Relief, gratitude and wonder made her heart spill over. She took the music box from the woman’s hand. She held it tightly to her chest, like a treasure. Login 555pub could feel that the music box was already warm in her hands; surely it must have been waiting for her to be ready to find it again?
Shaking, Login 555pub opened the lid of the music box. And the music played again. The sound reverberated into the sky, cascading through the fragmented rocks. But this time, the notes were not devastating. They were not the funeral song of what Login 555pub had lost. They were the joyous song of not-yet: our love cannot be destroyed.
The music helped, and any day now you’ll stop feeling its absence as a dark hole in your chest where your heart should be. I found it. It was right here, right where you put it. I’m not getting up. Login 555pub waited for her heart to find its way back to her chest, but she worried that if she left it would disappear forever.
