A wonderful concept and so excellently told! These minor side-effects haunt her even if she doesn't doubt her rational decision.
Running the coffee machine, though, is quite telling--she's missing more substance in her life than the partner.
I'm a bit disturbed about the last sentence. Her longing are not going to fade with comparing a person with a piece of furniture. 

I really like the ambiguity of this story. It can be Hermione who left Ron because he wants to do things the Weasly way and she doesn't  - and apparently Harry choose the Weasly side. It can be Ginny who left Harry because he has married her more for her family than for who she is.
But whoever it is, I hope she learns to feel whole and at peace while being alone.

This story made me sit and think for hours afterwards.  I honestly was sure that you had won.  Thank you, for another incredibly thought-provoking drabble, out of a series of thought provoking drabbles from you.

This was beautiful. I don't know who the female is supposed to be, but to me it sounds like Hermione. I don't imagine her as a woman pining for the return of a particular man, but I can absolutely see her as a woman who simply misses the 'idea' (the sounds) of that man.

I loved it. Thank you.

It is a very different sort of silence, when no one else is there, isn't it? Very atmospheric piece.

oh yes. all senses are involved.
and habits dig deep in our mental skin.
The daily orchestra surrounds us, now it is gone.
gone with the beloved person.
or not so beloved, we wonder what made her leave him.
There is another orchestra waiting for her.
Different sounds. a new melody.
cheer up girl.
maybe she should start to listen more to hers own sounds and music; and embrace the gift of silence.
Can be good for healing.

This is so beautifully and poetically written. It's sad, how  sometimes we only appreciate what we had when it's gone. I can't help but hope that they'll find each otehr again.

Beautiful. The moments captured of her resounding emptiness, capturing the cruel irony of  the lack of this particular 'sound' in her life. Lovey, pognant work- as always!

I read this on Friday. It left an impact that I needed time to think about. The noise of marriage. I listened to it. And it's a huge part of life that vanishes when the house is empty. Terrifying in how welcome the silence is at first and how quickly it requests to be heard.

Excellent story. Powerful and meaningful.

Oooh nice interpretation of the prompt. Well done.
This felt like she was being haunted. Or maybe it was an anti-haunt--the lack of a prescence.

Beautiful and poignant with vivid imagery.  It left an impression.

How terrible not to know if you're wanted for yourself or your family. (Insert my 9-year-old self's horror at Teddy marrying Amy, and her relief on Jo's behalf that the Professor came her way.) Of course, Ginny's coming from the privileged position of knowing the difference between family and marriage, having grown up with healthy models of both, and Harry's had neither. This rather perfectly captures the blurry emotions and reactions after a relationship has ended (however temporarily or permanently)... the points of recognition all around, the ways that memories flood back in little things. The progression of 'no one's is quite lovely, from the missing of the annoying things (snores) to basic questions (keys) to acts of kindness (dinner) to affection (beautiful) and love. I wonder... Will regret surface? Was she right in thinking he confused marriage and family, or was he only unable to express himself? Where does she go from here?

What an unusual, yet fabulous take on the prompt.  I don't know how to feel here.  This is sad, of course, but we don't know why she left him, or if there is any chance to unleave him, or anything really.  Just that she didn't seem know she had something worth missing.  Very nice.

Interesting story. Sometimes we can only see that what we miss. 

Poor Ginny.  It's sad for her that her husband married into her family rather than marrying her.  I love the artful images you've chosen to demonstrate the effect of her loss on her, particularly:  Harry Potter, the missing piece of furniture from a life made emptier, but not necessarily more unhappy, by his absence.

Oh, how incredibly sad, that a relationship that *could* be so much turns out to be just white noise in the end.

That was touching and yet, since it was her choice, I find it hard to feel sorry for her.  I'm mean that way.

Is any particular person intended? Very sad. Well written, but sad.

The sound of silence can be deafening, it is the sound of loneliness.