Enough

by Dorit d'Scarlett

Her fingertips brushed the edge of the piano key, hesitant, like the memory might sting.

The melody lived in her hands once, a quiet language she spoke fluently, before his voice drowned it out.

You’re nothing without me. The words etched into her skin, heavy as the bruise on her wrist.

Now, the room slumps in silence, the air thick with dust and sunlight.

She presses the key, a single note trembling, and waits.​

The echo ​wraps around her.

She touches another, and another, the sound rising.​

Not his voice. Not his hand.

Only hers, and it is - enough.