The world is silent.

Maura takes in nothing but silence.


She had recognized the signs.
She had registered it happening; the blanketing silence, so deafening.

Too fast, too suffocating; too slow, she never got to touch Jane's hand, to tell her all she meant.

She lets out a sigh; breathing had taken quite some time to stabilize.
Her fingers knead at the back of her neck, hoping to soothe away the ache.

The silence is heavy; it leaves her confused and feeling slightly giddy.

Her mother had told her stories about this.
About her father, about her; the story of how they got together.
The story of how he had disappeared, to return but to only again, disappear.

She never thought it would happen.
Not to her.

To even disappear though, there must have been a love connection.

Mother and father, they shared one.
Jane and I, she hesitates.

No, Jane wouldn't feel the same way. Isn't that why she can never know?
Because she'll never feel the same and, she just can't afford to lose Jane as a friend.

Without her love, you disappear.

That statement had seared itself into her consciousness, right upon her disappearance.

Is it possible that by her, it meant Jane?
Does Jane feel the same?

She just wonders if Jane's okay.

Even Jane would find it difficult to just have her vanish in front of her.
She hopes that Jane's alright.

How am I ever going to explain this to you Jane?
I don't even understand it all myself.

She conducts monologues now; the sole attendant-the mind of Maura Isles.

How am I to get back to her?
To Jane.
Think Maura, think.

Without her love, you disappear.

Disappear.
Cease to be visible.

First the dryness of his tongue, next the silence all around.
That's what mother said father had described.

Why though?

All the questions with no answers; she misses test results.

She misses Jane, the blanket and the couch.

She runs her fingers along the wood, nothing.
She glides her finger along the seat, nothing.

She does not feel the bench on which she's sitting.


The world is silent. She hears nothing but silence.

She imagines her voice, calling out her name.
She imagines her own, calling out Jane.

Jane.


A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~