Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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REWRITTEN.
The drive was silent, which was fine for both of them. The girl thrived in it and although the boy had spent far too long in it and the mental suffering it brought, he found himself for once not dreading it and finding it peaceful. For years he despised the sound of his own ears ringing from the sound of nothing and no one, but with Violet it was as though his mind knew that this type of quiet was okay.
Rain began pattering down against the windows as they pulled into the parking lot, and once they stepped out, Violet couldn't help but gaze up at the clouds drawing in over the already darkening sky. She embraced the cool drops of water hitting her skin and felt her body relax at the sensation, putting her palm out to watch the droplets roll off of her skin.
Snapping herself out of it, they headed for the brightly lit but seemingly empty diner.
She smiled at Five as he held the door for her, and he acted like he hadn't been caught staring at her admiring the rain for the last twenty seconds.
Seeing the empty seats and hearing the faint music playing in the background, her nerves were immediately settled.
If there was one thing that bothered her it was people. She even saw Five's expression relax a tad as they took their seats next to eachother at the counter.
Five, lacking patience like usual, tapped the bell in raid succession.
As soon as the loud chime filled the silence she hit his arm with a sound of discomfort, ducking her head down.
In truth she was more annoyed at herself for being anxious when the bell was there for the exact reason of getting service, and they were literally the only customers. She hated how her mind worked.
He arched an eyebrow. "It's there for a reason, Vi."
Vi.
How long had it been since anyone had called her that?
Warmth spread across her cheeks but for a different reason this time. She averted her eyes.
She spied movement as he suddenly glanced down and began searching his pockets with a strange sense of urgency. She waited, and when he felt the inside pocket of his blazer his lips raised. He pulled out what looked like a small folded piece of paper and slid it gently towards her.
Violet stared at him, confused for a moment as her fingertips brushed the object. She gently pulled apart the folds as though it would disintegrate in her hands at the slightest of touches, and her lips parted at the photograph that it revealed.
One she hadn't seen in years.
One she had actually forgotten about.
Violet ran through the wall in search of the boy, cloaked, when a figure appeared in a flash of blue just inches from her face.
