His idea was simple and practical. If she couldn't talk, she could write instead. And so she wrote. Her strokes were precise and swift. She knew exactly what she wanted to say. Chalk scratching on blackboard. Words flowing onto it freely and forming a sentence. And someone was watching—no—listening to her. Answering her question. They were communicating. And it was easy and fun! She felt like continuing this for ev—wait. What did he just say? When did he turn away from her? Where was he going?
It couldn't end here. She wanted to say more!