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    Silence, The Loudest Sound

    Story written on October 29, 2008 by margaux_mae.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=22663
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    Setting: New York. Autumn. All Human. AU.

    Edward met Bella in Central Park during fall. Intrigued, he kept striking a conversation with Bella yet Bella remained silent but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t able to answer Edward’s questions. What Edward didn’t know is that Bella can’t speak. Thinking that Bella was playing a game with him, willed by his fascination, he decided to try and break Bella’s silence. Edward’s POV.

    Sigh.

    I slumped from my piano bench and skimmed the ivory keys back and forth. I was running out of ideas, not to mention, time. I had to compose a piece for the winter recital, or it’s goodbye career for me.

    I sighed again and ran my hand on already messy hair and looked up at the ceiling. It’s only been a month since I moved here in New York from Chicago. Time flies so fast.

    Feeling the futility of my attempts today I drew the red velvet curtains and peeked outside my window. It was late afternoon and the sun was setting soon. Though it was fall for a while now, I still had an aversion to the season. I had a great view of Central Park though. Maybe I should go out for a walk…

    Yeah, I need a break. So I changed from my sweatshirt into a grey turtleneck and black pants and a black sweater.

    While I was enjoying my walk, my lack of sleep and nutrition from working on my piece finally caught up to me that I was looking for benches to rest on in no time. I need caffeine.

    I could’ve just sat on the ground but for some reason, I had to sit on a bench. So I searched for one but couples occupied every seat nonetheless…

    Sigh.

    Music has always been the only love of my life and I’m not kidding. It’s not that I haven’t the opportunity to get into relationships; it’s just that things kept coming up…. And… I don’t know, I guess I don’t want relationships; I want a relationship, the relationship. One that would last. One that’s real. That’s why I’m twenty-one and still single.

    Oh, there’s an empty seat! I think the person is leaving as she’s just getting her bag or something of that sort. When I approached the bench, I realized the woman wasn’t retrieving her bag to leave but dropped something. I couldn’t see her face as half of it got wrapped in her scarf and her long brown wavy hair covered it as well. I watched as she positioned herself bringing her knees up then place a small notebook… no, sketchpad on her lap then proceeded to sketch. I realized that I was just staring and standing there and I mentally slapped myself. How rude of me.

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