Noise.
You've always hated noise.
You hate the incessant chatter of those around you.
They like the noise. It makes them feel as if they belong, as if they are part of something bigger.
But you prefer the quiet solitude of the dusty tombs in the library and the soft draft that gives you goosebumps on your arm and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You hate the soft whispering in the background from the other students trying to complete some last minute paper.
You always believed that it didn't matter if nobody liked you for who you were. That was until you met him. He was different, special. No matter where you went, if he was there, he always filled the silence even if he wasn't making any noise.
You were attracted to him like a moth to a flame. You never felt this way before. His eyes seemed to have the ability to look right through you and see everything that made you.
He made you want to fill the silence with noise. Made you want to do what ever it took to make him like you.
But you didn't have to. He liked you for who you were.
You could stand in the loud, crowded hallway, not say a word, and he would still know what you were thinking.
You were always a bright girl, even when you first met him. But until then you never really quite understood what your mum meant when she said 'the eyes are the windows to the soul.' The only problem was his soul was always loud.
A glance at him from far away, you and just about everybody else would have believed that he was nothing special. But as you get closer you realize he deserves a second glance; that he's special even if he doesn't believe it.
His eyes were so clear. Looking into his eyes you could see every emotion he ever felt. People always talked about his eyes. All mentioning how much mother's they were. How beautiful they were.
But nobody ever mentioned anymore how opened they were. Not anymore. Not since he shut his eyes, his soul, himself from everyone. That is, everyone except for you.
It doesn't matter how hard he tries to hide from you he can't. He knows that now and doesn't even try to anymore.
He tries not to fill your silence with chatter, preferring the silence himself. But he does anyways and you like it. He's silent now and you hate it. His eyes are cold and blank and you can't see his soul anymore because it isn't there.
You miss the incessant chatter and wish that somebody would make noise other than the soft sobs that fill the room.
You miss him...
** Can you guess the couple?? J