55 Fiction

My first attempt at Nanofiction inspired by Sepia Mutiny. In response to Andrea's passage:

Three years later, she’s cruising, top down, stereo up, the vocals bells drumbeat sending her spirits soaring. Life with him was sparkling, flashing… nights that didn’t end before sunrise, parties, the music… he’s gone now, but the music is hers to keep. Deep down, she knew that was all she wanted in the first place.

Three years later, he rests in peace. Beyond the wild crazy nights, the never ending parties, the drives through mountains and valleys, all to give her the life she desired. At the end of it, he had no more to offer. Except the music. The music was his to give, even when the music died.