。・『Voice』・。
Since that day, our bond has deepened significantly. He visits me twice a week now, though he seems quite busy during the weekdays, which limits his time. I learned that his name is Will, and he donates plushies to a local children's hospital. He mentioned wanting to surprise the kids for Halloween, as they haven't had much of a chance to celebrate due to their illnesses.
That certainly explains the bloody hammer.
If he asks again, I wouldn't mind creating custom plushies for him.
Yet, despite our growing closeness, he still hasn’t spoken a word to me. He communicates everything through writing, which leaves me feeling a bit down since I know he can talk.
Just the other day, I caught him mumbling something while he was browsing the shelves.
Does he not trust me?
Lost in my thoughts, I momentarily forgot he was sitting right across from me at the counter. Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my cheek and looked up to see him gazing at me with concern, as if silently checking if I was alright.
"Why don’t you speak to me?" I asked directly. The expression on his face was unfamiliar; it seemed like he wanted to respond but held back.
"Don't you trust me enough?" My voice trembled. After knowing him for months, I felt I deserved at least a real answer.
"I'm sorry if I'm a bad friend. You don’t have to trust me. Just forget I asked," I said, my voice breaking as tears threatened to spill.
His eyes widened in response to my words. He took hold of my wrists, pulling them closer, and then I was taken aback by what I heard.
"You are not a bad friend."
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SecRetly TaKeN
Mystery / ThrillerAt first, he was a man of few words, his shyness manifesting in the subtle gestures of a nod or a shake of his head, a silent language that kept the world at bay. Yet, her fascination with him was undeniable, a magnetic pull that coaxed her from his...
