The silence is unnerving.

No voices in her head.

No laughter around the corner.

No unnatural winds whistling

outside her window.

No one to guide her anymore.

No one to question her.

Just the quiet of power.

A lonely quiet.

The rain drums against her rooftop

and she taps the pen against the edge of the desk,

waiting for the noise that won't come.

This late afternoon has only just begun.

No interruptions, or meetings.

No mocking and no toothy grins.

Be careful what you wish for.

She doesn't want it,

not anymore.

The quiet just goes on and on.

Her bullets sound hollower,

as if their power was drained,

or maybe the silence just hurts her ears.

No matter.

Maybe someday it will be loud again.