I suddenly shot up to see Skylar in tears,"Don't cry" I want to tell her.
She looks up, a surprised look on her gorgeous face. "What did you say?"
I tried to speak again but it couldn't come out. It was stuck in my throat.
It must only work when I demand for something. Or ask.
"Did you just speak or am I going crazy?"
I nod and smile, in some situations I could talk.
If that's how it works.
A blessing my Aphrodite, who apparently is my mom.
She seemed incredibly similar to the beauty in front of me.
"The idea of beauty is what I become, your idea is Skylar." I heard her whisper.
Of course she is my idea is beauty, she is flawless.
Unlike myself, she doesn't have any jagged scars to mess up her body.
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General FictionWords are stuck deep down in her throat. Heart. Soul. No one gives her attention because they all brush her off as the silent girl. The one too dumb to speak.
