A/N: Hey guys! Back again, with a short one this week! (I guess that latest chapter of How We Could Have Met 2 took it out of me lol) Hope you enjoy!
Silence.
Sweet blissful silence.
He could finally hear his own thoughts now. Like waves crashing against the beach, his thoughts flooded in and out.
He sighed.
Finally, some quiet.
To hear the birds, and the rustle of leaves and all the sounds so easily drowned out by. All. That. Noise. That horrible overwhelming noise.
Here he could relax, take in the subtle quiet. Let his mind finally wander, think, properly.
Silence.
Horrible, overbearing silence.
She could hear her own thoughts now. Like the weight of everything on your shoulders, it descended down upon on her.
She cried.
This awful quiet.
To hear her own thoughts, overtake everything else around her, hateful words, scary ideas, everything that was usually drowned out by, all that noise. Oh, that sweet noise.
Here she felt herself break, her mind running to rampant to control.
Silence.
Not so perfect silence.
Quiet laughter and low toned conversations, light jazz, and birds outside.
A controlled noise.
Enough to think, take in.
Enough to block out.
A little bit of quiet and a little bit of noise.
A little mix of too much and a little bit of not enough.
And most importantly, hand in hand, a girl and boy.
A/N: So what did you a think? A really short one this time, stemmed from the ideas of hypersensitivity and anxiety and how the two correlate to silence. I fall more on Percy's side here, things become too much for me and I need to step away from noise sometimes. But I know people who are the opposite, constantly listening to music or whatever to ensure silence doesn't occur, whereas I look for it.
Where do you fall? Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
And as always, thanks for reading!
See ya! :)