The Silent Muse

Chapter 1

Dressed head to toe in a pleated brown dress coat adorned with silver accessories, she took one final look in the mirror and whispered, "Perfect." A sense of calm washed over her as she scanned the room, mentally running through her checklist before leaving. "Shoot, I knew I was forgetting something." She hurried into her closet and retrieved one of her favorites, a Mini Manhattan shoulder bag in box leather.

Walking out the door, she picked up her car keys, phone, and credit cards, carefully placing them( except phone)into the bag. She texted her only true friend, the one she loved, respected, and admired.

🎀 Painintheass 🎀
"I'm on my way. Don't start eating yet."

💀🐯 Headache ☮🔥
"You said that about eight years ago, and I started eating a long time ago. Also, if you don't hurry, the pasta I just ordered will be gone."

Her eyes widened as she rushed out of the house and into her car, turning the engine on and pressing her foot on the gas. Swearing silently to herself, she thought, If he eats it, I'll kill him. He knows that's my favorite food-I'd kill for it without a second thought. She chuckled darkly, imagining his demise. Of course, she'd make it quick, but still, devastating enough to teach him a lesson.

She pulled up to the restaurant, quickly jumping out of the car. Despite her haste, she walked with an easy stride, slightly picking up her pace without even realizing someone was coming her way. The inevitable happened-she collided with them. They both groaned softly from the impact.

Looking up, she was met with a set of adorable doe eyes staring down at her, framed by a muscular body that towered over her. Despite his impressive size, she was unfazed. Men didn't interest her; she had no desire to engage with them, not after everything she had been through. Her tragic past, especially the actions of her father, had forever altered her view of men.

She despised them, didn't want them in her life, and certainly didn't care about them-except for one. Her only friend, the one who had been by her side since she was three years old, two years before the "incident."

After the tragedy, she hadn't spoken a word for months, retreating into herself. The pain had been too great, the idea of using her voice too unbearable. She had sealed her voice away, unable to save her mother, feeling that speaking had no purpose if it couldn't make things right. It might have sounded childish, but she didn't care.

She only communicated with her best friend, the one person who truly understood her soul. They had learned sign language together, bonding over the silent communication. It had been easy to learn, and in some ways, fun because he had taught her. They were inseparable, glued together through childhood and adolescence.

Even through high school, they remained close, despite the cruel names she endured: nerd, mute, weirdo, uptight... The list went on, but nothing could break their bond. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖤𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 

𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵

  𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽; 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝖤𝖮'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖭𝗈, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒.