Mute.

[32] - relationship goals

[32] - relationship goals

you ever feel sorry for what someone else has done?

J.

justin. all his life, people felt sorry for him. whether it be because he was mute, or because his social level was so low. at one point, even his mother had felt sorry for him. it was when he had began to see the struggles of being mute.

he didn't think being white would be a struggle when it came to relationships. . .even though he'd think canadian, not white.

but, he saw it now. . .
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"i can't believe he said those things!" season shouted in the quietness of her bedroom, her paces around her room becoming more aggressive. but, justin only sat on the edge of her bed, his eyes watching her every move.

after season's parents left, her basically dragged poor justin up to her room, while the anger overtook her body and system by the second.

"he was supposed to be my father, but he acted like a bitch," season spat, her hands balling into fists. justin almost cowarded back in fear, the fire radiating off her body. . .

at this point, justin sat speechless. and, he'd never seen this side of season, and never did he think he would.

"how dare he say those things," season did not even glance justin's way, as she ranted on. "he will not talk shit about my fucking boyfriend," even though this season scared justin, his heart fluttered at the last few words season spoke.

my fucking boyfriend. . .

a small smile sat upon justin's face, but a frown was evident on season's. the words of her father's talk still raged on in her mind, as she mumbled under her breath about him being so disrespectful to her boyfriend.

but, before season could shout in anger, justin reached over and grabbed a hold of her wrist as she walked by him. she immediately spotted all her moment, her head turning to look at justin.

she had forgotten that he was still seated there. and, a smile grew on her face at his adorable, mute self.

he tugged her wrist towards his body, pulling her to him. she let him, and he didn't stop pulling her until they were sitting across from each other on season's bed.

justin's hand moved up to cup season's cheek, and almost instantly her whole demeanor changed. like a switch. . .

she looked up into his eyes, and was able to read what he wanted her to know. he wanted her to calm down, and relax. she'd gotten so worked up, that she'd forgotten about him being there.

then again, season's mind didn't understand how justin could just sit there and listen to her father talk trash about him. she didn't know that justin heard things like that almost everyday he left his home.

"oh, justin," season whimpered, lowly, her eyes dropping down as if ashamed. ashamed of her and her father's actions. "i'm more than sorry," she had told him, she couldn't believe how she acted.

"i just did not like what he said about you," season glanced up to see justin's expression, but quickly found herself glazing into his deep, hazel orbs. like a trap, she thought.