Many times in life people hurt, people smile, people laugh, and people cry. But sometimes even those simple ways to show emotion are misheard, misunderstood, or never noticed at all. Let me tell you a story.
Two people sit alone in a room. It's a normal room, a classroom. There are other people there but they don't seem to be at all. One of the two people is unheard, ignored, belittled, alone. The other is known, quiet, strange, belittled, and feels alone.
One of the two is a boy, there other a girl. He sits and fights what the others give him, they don't hear him silently cry for help in every move he makes. She is shy and hears every word. But each time she approaches him, the others shoo her away. They don't want her getting hurt by him. She doesn't listen and he won't look at her. For a long time there is only this silence. But in the silence a conversation spills forth, unheard to the others of the room. Why? He would ask without moving at all. She sat by him and in her reply stands the silent reply, because I hear you. He looks at her. Still for the single moment, looking her in the eyes. Something she herself finds hard to do with anyone, but looks back. In their eyes another conversation spills forth into the silent room, never breaking it. Will you stay? Im not leaving. Why do you stay! Because you don't have to be alone.
Their conversation is stopped when the others of the room force her to return to her seat. Silently she slips a paper from her bag. He continues to fight the others, not understanding, not wanting to because they won't help him. She draws for him a picture, and in the picture a thousand words stand, unseen. She gives it to him when the room is filled with the high pitched ring that says the time in this room is over. She leaves.
For several moments she walks down the hall outside that room there is only silence, the others having long since left. He stops her and hands her something before he leaves as well. She opens it and finds a drawing, one of his, in it he speaks to her clearly, she smiles softly and puts the page away.
His reply was strong and defined. But what he said will only stand with her. She will never tell the secret.
And as it stands no one else heard the silence, there was no one else to change the moment, no one else to mishear, misunderstand, or anything. In that moment stood only the two people in the silence.
YOU ARE READING
because I wanted to
Randoma book about things I just want to say, some maybe bad some good, who knows maybe my words could help someone
