No Sight No Sound

No Sight No Sound

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture25 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., nov. 24, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
My name is Argo Juno and life has been swell for me, I say it and I mean it. I have been given the gift of music, art and dance, but I was never granted the gift of a voice. And so the world seems a little more dull, growing duller until I've only been able to see black and white, maybe i need this change of pace, to look after someone who needs me, in a quiet house in a quiet town, to care for someone who doesn't see the world at all.
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Noah and Aron had been best friends and room mates for five years. They had been through thick and thin, sailing through heart breaks, friendships, girls and everything. It's only when Aron left, Noah started realising his feelings for Aron. Will Aron reciprocate his feelings or will Noah also lose his best friend when he navigate through finding himself and his relationship? "I think it will be beautiful, if someone wrote about it later" "Wrote about what?" "About us, sitting here together, looking at the waves" He laughed a little. "Why don't you write about it then?" "I don't know, I don't think it will be as beautiful as I imagine it to be". He said, looking at the ripples the pebbles were making as she was throwing them. He smiled silently, still sitting close to him and looked at the lights coming from the bridge across the lake. He was wondering if Noah would be sad that he is leaving, he imagined him to be. The receding waves reminded himself of them, he was amused how the waves keep coming back to hug the shore over and over, even though for a short while.

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