Joshua Nero, once a renowned musician whose melodies could move the hearts of millions, had lost everything in an instant. The car accident had stolen his vision, and with it, the music that had been the very rhythm of his soul. In the darkness that followed, he not only lost his sight but his taste for life, his passion for the one thing that had made him feel alive.

Now, his days were spent in silence, reading Braille to pass the time in his dimly lit apartment. But it wasn’t the same. Nothing was. His world had become hollow—until tonight.

As he sat, his fingers gliding absentmindedly over the pages of a book he barely focused on, he heard a faint thumping sound from below. It was subtle at first, almost lost in the quietness of the night, but then it grew louder, more rhythmic. He listened intently, and though he could no longer see, the familiar warmth of sound surrounded him, filling the empty spaces within him. It was music.

His heart stirred, and he remembered you—his neighbor from the floor below. He couldn’t recall the color of your eyes or the shape of your face anymore, but your voice… that voice had stayed with him. It had been soothing, kind, like a balm for the ache inside him.

Joshua closed the book, leaning back against the wall. He didn’t mind the thumping now; in fact, it comforted him. The music you played brought back fragments of what he once was, and for the first time in a long while, he longed to connect with it again.

Driven by impulse, he slid down to the floor and tapped gently on the hardwood beneath him, a soft, hopeful signal. Maybe, just maybe, you would hear it. For a moment, the music stopped, and Joshua's heart sank, fearing that his attempt had been in vain. But then, the sweetest sound echoed back—a thump in reply.

A small smile crept across his face, and though he couldn’t see the world around him, he felt a lightness bloom within. He tapped again, and this time, the thumping came back in a playful rhythm with the music you played.