She Ran

I can't stand it. How can such a crowded room be so quiet? They're so loud, yet so silent. The noise they make kills your eardrums. But does it have any importance at all? No, not a single bit. It doesn't mean anything. Nothing does these days. It's all silence. A never ending silence.

I want someone to talk to me about something that actually matters. Something which doesn't make me was to tall them to shut up. I want a meaningful conversation.

I had to get out of that room. So I ran out of it. Don't blame me, I just hate loud silences. I half-heartedly hoped that someone would follow me out. I hoped that I would get my wish.

I did; kind of. Someone did follow me. It was the last person on earth I want to follow me. From the conversations I had had with him, he came off like one of the people who belonged in that silent room.

He talked. It meant something.

It was the most casual question, which to someone wouldn't mean much. It meant a lot to me. He wasn't a superficial idiot who spoke silence. He spoke, and I heard him.

"Are you okay?"

Yes, yes I was. I had finally found someone who, when they spoke, actually spoke.

AN: I'm quite proud of this one. R&R