We called her mute  {stuart twombly}.

We called her mute {stuart twombly}.

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Hey there. My name is wrenny ( wrenn for short). Anyways this is my summer story filled with lots of different things. So I'm a mute. Yes, it's hard being one. But I'm too scared to talk after what had happened when I was younger...I kinda got bullied about my voice and just my self. One night my dad came home drunk...I asked him why he drank. Then out of no where he started yelling at me. He said stuff like I deserve to be bullied. My voice sound's like a bird on crack. Since I'm british I have accent It could sound a little weird to some people. People just hate me. Everything is just messed up in my life. I Don't want to bore you with my life story so if you would like to. continue. It might be one hell of a story. Especially when I meet this group that saved me from everything. Also this one guy I made a huge mistake with....
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Life feels empty to Wren. Her sister and mother want nothing to do with her. Nothing feels like anything, until she meets Rook. In Rook's arms the world seems right, but what happens if she never lets him in....and what happens if Rook were to disappear... ~~~ He looks back at me, watching me study him. I look away, its now my turn to study the horizon. I can feel heat blooming on my cheeks and I can feel his eyes taking in every bit of my face. I feel his finger softly touch my cheek. I jump a little, and he lowers his hand. "Sorry" He says softly, I can see his guard going back up. "No its fine-I just....wasn't expecting it." I say, swallowing. Did I really just say that? What was wrong with me.... Suddenly I had this urge to take his hand and put it back on my cheek. I flushed at the thought. This was getting so awkward. I looked up at him. His eyes seemed cold, calculating. I couldn't say I liked this, but then his eyes softened, and the unimaginable happened. His hand materialized, tucking a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. He was so focused on the strand, but then his focus spread to my eyes, the look in his eyes. Jesus, I'm going to melt. He was looking at me like his universe surrounded me, like I knew the answers, like I could fix his cracks. The worst part was....I could see the exact same on his face as he could see on mine. ~~~ #2 in military #827 in anxiety #22 in separated

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