Only He Heard The Laughter
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She was the quiet girl.
Too soft. Too awkward. Too easy to overlook.
But not to him.
Klaus noticed the small things -
how her fingers shook when no one was watching,
how her laugh only came out around people who felt like home.
She wasn't broken.
She was just waiting for someone who really saw her.
And Klaus?
He didn't just see her.
He listened.
And in his silence,
she found her voice.
He was danger wrapped in silence.
She was silence aching to be understood.
And fate? It was never kind to the quiet ones.
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