•Chapter Thirty-Five•

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How would you describe the sound of silence? A quiet that is deafening. This silence is the void; broken by noise which shatters it like glass. It is the deafening lack of noise that is noise, the loudest of noises one could hear, as they're no other competing sounds to disperse what is perceived as silence. Morgan and Remington was surrounded by the curtains of claustrophobia of which was ultimately silence - to Morgan it didn't feel right to say anything or move, but let Remington sink his head into the nook of the photographers shoulder and relax, unwind. Knowing full well that if she lost a friend or even if she lost Remington like he lost Luis, she would surely break down and long for the silence to consume her. But deep down no one wanted that. Not a living soul truly wants to drown out the silence. Not even those who are deaf or blind or those without feeling. Those who are numb. No one wants to drift into the void willingling - never to be seen again.

What do you do to help? What could Morgan do? Eventually it occurred to her to use the silence to her advantage. Sitting up straight she allowed Remington to adjust himself and look to eachother to make a decision. The silence was scooped up and projected with a single stare. As the two blondes looked to eachother they nodded in agreement. Morgan in reality didn't fully know if the two were thinking the same but in her heart she knew as the pair got up in unison and walked back in the direction of the bus and back to his brothers and her friends that this story was yet to continue...

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