Project

3.1: Long time, no see.

Will sat as comfortably as he could in his seat, aware that the journey he was going to take would need all the comfort he could get, and more. He readied his mind, searching the back of his memories. He went into deep thought, making sure that every detail was taken into as much consideration as possible: The weather, the time, how they were pre-break, and post-break. Any changes he immediately saw in their word choice, their stance on subjects, even physical tweaks in their posture and movement. It was as though Will had become the director in the movie of nothing but fear. A horror movie that would twist his mind to the deepest, darkest areas, promising little about shedding light.

Will began to tell the tale of Project's screams, their pleas for help, disguised in brutality and anger. "I had always felt as though something was different about them. The way they wrote their ideas, the way they would refuse to say anything, even in classes where they were excelling greatly. They never boasted, in fact they were quite self-depreciating at times, always repeating 'I'm not that special'.

"Then came the end of school for us, the summer holidays.

"See, Project was always quite lonely; he lived so far away, and could never quite make it to any social plans we have. But one time, I was asked by one of their closer friends, Wynter, that they were able to head over for one final chat in July, on the final week of Wynter's stay. At first, I was overjoyed! I hadn't heard from them at all throughout summer, and had begun to wonder if they were just so busy, or that they were reluctant to see or message us. Now they were heading over to visit us, and have a conversation. Well, in their way, at least. Have you found out why they never talked?" Will curiously asked. Questioner gave the best reply that he could, "All we've heard from Spencer, is that they didn't speak because of something like, 'If you say something, people will find it easier to remember it, even if they don't wish too. It sticks to them. Whereas if you write it, it can be erased, and thus forgotten more easily' not to mention it would seem less harmful at first glance. I haven't been able to get much else, other than that they weren't 'forced' to be a mute, so to say. Instead, they insisted on being one, for the sake of everyone. At least that's what I've gathered." Will looked at Questioner with a slight grin on his face, "Perhaps you two are meant for this." He told mysteriously. Questioner was about to ask what he meant, but was cut off by Will continuing the story.

"In the past, Project was one who seemed reluctant to argue, yet always looked as though they had something to say. I always guessed that they were mute because of this; to stop them from telling too much, or saying something too rash. I guess I was half-right. Anyways, from what I heard from Wynter, they were wanting to meet us, especially as they couldn't make it to our last meet-up. Something about a hike... Dirk of England? Something like that.

"Our last meet-up was where I also got a glimpse of what Project wrote in those letters. And man was it something! It made Wynter cry, apparently, they did have a way with words, I guess. It was also what made us decide to get to know each other better, as Project seemed to know more about each of us, than we knew of each other or him. So we each sat down, and said one good point, and one bad point with each other. I was immediately told that I was too egotistical, and a bit aggressive at times. Yet I was also told that I was funny and made people laugh at times of need. So I guess you win some, you lose some."

"No one complimented your observance?" Questioner asked, still slightly impressed by the tea, and Will's own deduction of certain scenarios. Will then shrugged, and said, "I'm not one to let my observance seem obvious, as I'd prefer it if they didn't hold me up against every mistake I make just because I missed a detail. Project found out, and I helped them with theirs, even if I only did so coincidentally." Writer kept busy at his job, taking down word after word. Will looked at him, and asked, "Hey, you ever write stories?"