Around you the people are laughing and singing and dancing. You are the only person not to join the fun. You sit in a corner, watching their joy like through a veil or a thin wall of glass.
You ask yourself why you don't join the fun, but then the bard takes out his lute. You know what he will play, even before the first chord sounds. You watch the people listening with an impassive face, like this has nothing to do with you. But you want to stand up, to cry, to shout, to explain them, or at least try to. You can't, though, the words get stuck in your throat.
The bard has finished his song and you cannot stop the tears running down your face or the silent sobs. While the people around you cheer and raise their tankards to an unknown hero, one of them asks you if anything is wrong.
…and the dragons are gone.
What is left but silence?
Very short. It's basically about any Dragon-loving Dovahkiinne who wanted to give Alduin a Dovahhug but had to kill him.