He and I have been talking with each other lot more often, especially outside of school.
I couldn't believe that he was sparring his time just to talk with me over the phone.
But when he told me about his girl best friend, Myra, my chest felt tight.
The chest pain wasn't something that came out of nowhere; it would slowly come to torment me every time he talked about her.
I didn't know what this was so I asked my father for advice.
Believe or not, he dared to say that I was jealous of a mute.
I don't think I am; I just want him for my self and not let him wander off to talk with someone else.
Benjamin always gave me this sense of comfort, and it was sticking to me.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
