Words --

He was never good with words. He would stumble over them and when he did manage to speak the right words, his tone would be all wrong. The words that could be reassuring, or nice, or beautiful, would hurt and cut and frighten. He always found it best not to even try to speak the right words anymore. He ignored them, passed over them and kept them inside. He could write them down but he could never find the time. He generally kept everything to himself, even although he wanted to tell her. He wished more than anything to be able to tell her how he felt, how beautiful she was and how much she meant to him. He decided today was the day. He would just go up to her and say...say what? He had to think this through. Carefully plan the words needed before she got in. Just as he was thinking that, however, she walked into the office, her blonde hair floating behind her, smiling that familiar, beautiful smile. He decided that this was it. Right now! He stood up and made his way to her desk, where she sat getting ready for work. She looked up at him when he approached her desk, an expectant look on her face.
"Good Morning!" She was in a very good mood and it showed in everything she did.
"O'Hara, I...um..." They were doing it again. Words were failing him. O'Hara looked at him, waiting. "What I mean to say is..." He couldn't do it. The stumbling had begun and he had no clue how to begin. "Good Morning!" He said finally. O'Hara smiled. They held eye contact for a moment but he quickly looked away when O'Hara's smile faded then reformed, only softer this time. He looked back for a second and O'Hara just smiled. He was never good with words. But words were overrated anyway.

The End!?