BritishMushroom

    If you had to choose your favorite characteristic of Seven, it would be his golden eyes. They were more stunning than any jewel known to man and just looking at them could put you into a trance. To your disappointment, those gorgeous eyes of his were hidden from sight from you. Everything you grew to love about him was gone. With his back turned to you and not a single word falling from his mouth, it was obvious something was wrong.    It may have been your first time ever seeing him in person, but it didn’t excuse the fact that his personality seemed to have switched off since the last time you spoke with him on the messenger. He

Hardly ever did he speak. You would count the hours you spent together in silence, chest tightening, heart pounding at the thickening silence. You listening to the taps of his heels, the clinking, the creaking of the wood, as he proceeded with the mundane tasks of everyday. What could he be thinking? What might be disturbing him that day? Was he tired? Was he sick? Was he in a foul mood? Worse still, was he irritated with you? With eyes now broken, sound and words held so much more value than they once had. So, why did he not speak? Why did he leave you hanging in the midst of quiet sounds and silence? But, when those voices in your hea