Ink

She was the kind of girl who no one really noticed at first. She'd sit there quietly without a sound, and if you said hi you'd be lucky to get a smile and a nod. But if you looked closely, you would notice her fingers tapping on the desk, playing an imaginary piano. You would hear her humming under her breath, just loud enough to orchestrate an entire symphony for one and avoid the "what are you singing?"

She didn't mind that no one noticed her, because when she was loud, the ground trembled beneath her feet and the mountains echoed her roar. Her loudness wasn't something everyone could handle, so when he walked up to her and they began talking about the world in all its wonder, her heart gave a little sigh, as if to say, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you."