Yet again I stood Infront of your door, ringing the door bell with some rice cakes in my hands. You opened the door, looking up to me with those pretty and confused eyes of yours. A towel hung on your neck, and hair dripped water- maybe you had just taken a bath. I told you I brought you rice cakes as a tradition but it was just an excuse to met up with you.
I wanted to know your name but you were so silent that it made me feel awkward. You bowed again, gladly accepting those rice cakes from me and simply closed the door. I just hoped I wasn't being much of a creep.
And again, I didn't get to catch your name.
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Mutism.
Short StoryI wanted hear you voice, even if it was just 1 word. I wanted to hear your voice. [Completed]
