Prompt 12: Sound

His spoken words drown out his almost silent thoughts.

She watches as his face contorts, trying desperately to portray one emotion while feeling another. His lips say something harsh, something cold, but his eyes say he needs her more than ever. Sometimes she doesn't know what she's supposed to listen to: what he vocalizes or what he internalizes. More times she wonders how she's gotten by as long as she has without knowing.

It hurts. Every spoken word hurts more than the last, even if she knows these words mean nothing, even if the whispers from beneath the voice are there to catch her free-falling feelings. She tries to ignore the endless noise, desperately seeking out the comfort of the softer tones she knows are there but has trouble finding. Sometimes she wonders whether or not together they've created their own form of dementia.

It shouldn't be this hard.

Together. It's a word neither he nor she uses often, but when they do they both like how it sounds.

There's so much uncertainty between them, so much which has yet to be explained. But maybe that's both the beauty and the curse of their relationship: nothing is definite. Sometimes it's a blessing. More often, it drives them both insane. She can't decide whether she loves it or hates it.

He chooses not to think about it, and she knows this.

She's scared to death of losing him, but she's more frightened by the prospect of drawing him too close. Because that might mean trusting him, and trusting him is not something she's sure she can allow herself to do. She's scared of that too.

He's just as scared as she is, but it's not something he'll admit to anyone, sometimes not even to himself. He's scared of what she does to him, how she affects him the way she does. Screwing this up could mean the end of more than he even wants to acknowledge exists, and he's not so sure he can handle that.

Sometimes they both just ignore the sound of his voice in favor of the silence.

(RobxStar)

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And I can't live alone in this life.
-Love Will Come Through/Travis-