A/N; This story popped up in my head and wouldn't leave me alone so I had to write it down. The chapters are probably going to be short and there will be ten or so of them.

Silent

First

She is sitting on a bench, the one that is located near her favorite park, where she used to come with her parents as a young little girl. Back then she was just a happy little girl; it was a much simpler time in her life and it was before…before her world changed. Before she knew she was a witch. It feels like a life time ago, her baking with her mum on Saturdays and walking to the park with her parents on Sundays, sometimes having a picnic on the light blue blanket on the grass. She was safe.

There's a run in her stocking she notices as she looks down at her knees and she picks at it with a short fingernail that lacks polish.

She's all grown up now, no longer a little girl, and she still comes to the park on Sundays. Every Sunday afternoon she sits on the bench near the big old tree and inside her bag which sits at her feet on the ground lies the blue blanket. She never takes it out but she always brings it with her along with a bottle of lemonade that never tastes like the one her mum used to make. Hers is too sweet but she drinks it anyway as she sits on the bench and thinks about her parents. They are gone now and she feels hollow and wants to cry but she never does.

The sun is standing high on the sky and she sits on the bench with closed eyes enjoying the warmth of it. It's June and its summer and she is wearing a sundress and a pair of flats. Her nails are painted in a light pink color and there's a trace of pink lip gloss on her lips. This is a good day and those are rare.

There's a shadow and something is blocking the sun and she frowns and then slowly opens her eyes. A man is standing before her looking down at her and she blinks. He is still there.

Her hands are folded in her lap and she sits calmly and doesn't flinch as he sits down next to her. His hair is light and his eyes are gray and he's familiar. She waits for him to say something but he never does.

He takes out a sandwich from the paper bag she didn't know he had with him and eats it slowly. Her eyes stay open until he stands up walking away not having said one word to her.

The next Sunday he is back. She doesn't say anything and neither does he.