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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BPOV
Silence...
It was loud, but quiet at the same time.
Comforting, but not overbearingly so.
Aside from Edward, it was my constant companion.
It seemed like only yesterday that I'd stop talking.
With the exception of the terrible nightmares that plagued, I'd been mute.
I read somewhere that when you use all of your words, you die!
Sounded pretty harsh to me, but whatever!
It did make me wonder about my father though.
Had Charlie finally used all of his words?
Was that why he was taken away from me so soon?
Was that why I was the only little girl in my class without a mother?
Did she use all of her words too?
Surely not!
I didn't know much about my mother, but my father was a man of very few words.
Loving, but quiet all the same.
I strongly believed that even if he'd lived to be a hundred, he would never have run out of words.
I was more like him, but, to be on the safe side, I wasn't taking any chances by talking.
Life sucked!
It just didn´t make sense to me.
Of course, when does it ever?
I may have only been a little kid, but I knew more than people gave me credit for.
Life was a cruel, cruel bitch!
And yet again, it had screwed me over.
There were no words to describe how I was feeling inside. My only constant was Edward, yet I still couldn't bring myself to answer when he spoke to me, which he continued to do regularly.
Secretly, I hoped that he would stop talking before I lost him too.
Needing something, anything to hold on to, I just clung to Edward for dear life.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind.
"Hey beautiful, girl," Edward cooed softly. Giving my shoulder a playful nudge, he said, "I like your dress." I could tell that he was grasping at straws, not really knowing what to say, especially to a mute little girl who was broken and all alone.
My cheeks tinged pink at his compliment.
My head ducked down, and I hid behind the thick curtain of brown curls adorning my head.
A gentle finger coaxed my head to rise.
Brown eyes locked with green.
One look said it all; he knew exactly how I was feeling.
He had been there too.
And he was right there now!
With me!
"Please," Edward pleaded softly. "Don´t ever hide your eyes from me. If I can't hear you, I have to be able to see what it is you need."
I simply nodded my accent.
And, for the first time in what seemed like forever, a ghost of a smile made a brief appearance on my lips.
Threading my fingers with his, I showed him I was ready.
With Edward by my side, I believed I could do anything!
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