John's POV

Unpublished

It's quiet. Incredibly so. Without you here. I hate the silence. I hate not hearing you screeching on your violin to annoy me. I hate waking up screaming from a nightmare and not hearing you soothing me back to sleep with your beautiful music. The nightmares aren't even about the war anymore. It's you. It's always you whispering "Goodbye John," in my ear. I always wake up screaming your name. The nightmares are excruciating, but at least they are the reason I still say your name every day.