The unspoken language of tingling light that was flowing within, unexplained, immediate, unspoken. Smiles without a word behind them. What was never said was enough. Glances across a sea of people to find the one that cannot, will not say a thing. Connection through gazes. When they laughed their eyes met and spoke the unknown, for split seconds one could swear they talked using their minds. There is more than meets the eye. It could be said, they will never meet. To look away is to miss precious words unspoken. They know each other differently than anyone else knows them.
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Short Stories
Short StoryMost of these are probably just from writing prompts I did for school I'm posting these partially because I have an impending fear of being forgotten so to remedy that I'm just publishing a series of equally mediocre short stories for the chance tha...
