Slam.

It's the sound of a door slamming.
It's the sound of anger pulsing through two sets of veins.
It's the sound of raised voices, of threats, of a fist hitting the table.
It's the sound of thoughts whirring in their brains, incomprihensible to even them sometimes.
It's the sound of realisation.
It's the sound of a decision being made.
It's the sound of desperate cries and pleading, begging him not to go.
It's the sound of the leaky faucet as the house falls into near silence.
It's the sound of quiet murmurs, of lost love and plans they'll never keep.
It's the sound of begging and quiet desperation.
It's the sound of regret and resolve to change.
It's the sound of tears hitting the stone tiles as he stands up to leave her.
It's the sound of his almost inaudible mumbled appologies that he can't bear to keep in, for who knows when they'll meet again?
It's the sound of her trying for the last time to make him stay, even though she knows that he's already made his decision.
It's the sound of footsteps walking away, of a door softly closing, and a squeaking gate in the distance.
But most of all, really, it's the sound of a heart breaking.

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I got the idea for this in English, and I've been developing it all day in my head, but it's only now that I've had the chance to write it down. There's also a blogpost written in the back of my French book which I'll probably type up tomorrow night. Right now, I have to sleep.