I always said I wanted exitement.
I wanted something to change my life.
I wanted explosions, and drama, and heart wrenching things.
I got what I wanted, and only now do I realize how fucking stupid it was. I wanted to go back in time, and devour every word I ever said, but it was too late.
I held a small photo in my hands, the one he hated, but I loved. I didn’t know how to talk, so I didn’t. I wrote, I thought, and I even considered learning sign language, but talking was too much. Never in my life had I wanted silence, I hated silence, but now it just seemed….neccesary.
“Valery?” A familiar voice asked. I looked up, but didn’t respond. It was Charlotte.
“How are you?” She asked cautiously. I raised my eyebrows.
“I see you still aren’t talking.” She muttered.
I nodded. .