The final minute was pure silence wrapped in reverb. The pianist held the last note until the string inside the piano—or inside themselves—gave out. Then a click. The recording ended.

Lena closed her eyes.

She played it again. And again.

Lena found it six months after Daniel left. Not left her—left the world. A car, a slick road, a silence that swallowed every phone call she’d ever tried to save. She hadn’t listened to music since. But the laptop battery was dying, and the file name glowed like a dare.

Lena sat in the dark, the cursor blinking on the silent .mp3. She looked at the file properties. Date created: eight years ago. Artist field: empty. No metadata. No name.

Lena reached for her phone. She didn't call anyone—there was no one left to call. But she opened a new note and typed: Skyfall - piano cover.mp3 . Then, underneath: Play at my funeral.