Must have been the wind. (TW)

Smashing of utensils, shrill screams coming from the apartment next to mine. I tried to distract myself from the music high, I tried to avoid, forget as anyone does. But I heard the glass shatter in the wall and I was dazed, astonished. I kept saying myself

You shouldn’t poke your nose into other matters.

but you can’t see someone in pain.

Gathering some strength knocked on the apartment. The door was opened. I sneaked in. Eyes wet, blood on the carpet, and the curtains shut. Bruses bleed seething with pain.Broken nail. Chills ran down my spine. I was young, stuck in a quagmire. I could hear her screams, cries, pleading for help. But I couldn’t help.

I waited,

Shadows are dissolving in the darkness.

I am no hero and this is not a movie,

I wrote a letter and slid under their carpet,

“Please talk to me if you ever need a friend.”

I underlined a friend with my best-colored crayon.

If she doesn’t reply or doesn’t want to open up then

it must have been the wind, must have been the wind

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Something similar happened to me when I was young, hardly 7 years old. I think so. This is what I did and recently I discovered this song by Alec Benjamin called Must Have been the Wind. It’s beautiful