This is an event that actually happened to me some time ago. I just wanted to share what I found while going through some old story drafts. I also have no idea if I’ve already posted this here somewhere but here you go anyway!
I was just about to open the door and enter my house when I heard it. The sound of a single, solemn church bell. It rang slow, and alone. The cold winter air blew through my loose clothes and short hair. It pricked at my skin, but it was nothing like the eerie chill that flowed through me at the sound of that bell. It was almost like I was drawn to it in a way, but I was so used to hearing a beautiful series of bells interweaving into a familiar song that it was strange to hear the solemn bell. A single tear stuck to my cheek as I looked as far as I could over the housetops staring in the direction of one of the many churches in this small town.
I had no idea why that tear had fallen from my eye, single, and alone. I hadn’t even noticed it until the next gust of wind hit the trail the tear had made.
Suddenly, a torrent of tears made their way down my face as something inside me broke. Still, to this day, I wonder what I had lost. I knew it was something, or someone, that was precious to me, but I have no idea what, or who, it was. It felt like an essential part of my very soul was ripped away as the single, solemn bell finally ended its sad and lonely song.