Hush

by Twisted up frown

A mute Clove and a sympathetic Cato. This is basically drabble, and kind of doesn't have a point, but it's cute. Check out some of my other stuff too? Also, I'm kind of thinking of making this into a story. Tell me what you think about that?

The small brunette girl loved the sound of the birds perched on street lights early in the morning. She loved the noise of the television when she wasn't really watching it. She even loved the sound of the annoying car horns and angry drivers that parked near her house, but what she loved most of all was Cato's voice. It was not too deep, but quiet and raspy. He had the perfect voice to read poetry, she always thought, or to tell a story. But that wasn't what he used it for. He didn't use it much, except for whispering nothings to Clove. That was all. And although she couldn't say it back, he was okay with that, because she'd give him her sweet signature one sided smile to let him know she'd heard it.

Cato was always by Clove's side when her uncontrollable silence got in the way. When a teacher or a stranger would ask her a question she couldn't answer or when she had to tell someone something important, but couldn't. He was always there to fill in the blanks, and she was thankful for that, even though she couldn't tell him.

Maybe if she could speak it would be different. Maybe she'd tell him to go away, or maybe they'd fight some more, but she can't speak.

And even though the stillness upset her sometimes, he was always there to shower her mute and un-used lips with kisses.