The sounds of the city invading your apartment were the only noises in the room. The window was open, and you could clearly hear the engines of the vehicles on the street below, the heated argument between two citizens, and even the coughing of the elderly flower salesman nearby. You could easily recall how Alex used to occasionally pick up a flower or two for you before visiting. Then, he would join you in your bed, and the two of you would lay together in a comfortable silence, those sounds being the soundtrack of the little world you both created.