I found peace in the violence that rang throughout the house. The screaming, the cursing, the punches. I found peace in the simple harmony that played every night. Every now and then there’d be a new key being played but eventually, nothing surprised me.

His slurs, her anger, his punches, her cries. It was a dangerous duet played in the little echoing apartment. Two people not meant to partner, push each other to make it work.

In some ways, the music they made was something special. 

Eventually, she gave up. She couldn’t take the beats this song brought. Instead, she ended the duet and he’s now left with a solo that doesn’t sound right.