itâs the only voice she hears  :  the one calls  & screams. it laughs. it takes over logic  &  reason  ;  it takes away her voice, her canary cry. she says to stop. they donât  (  i have nothing ). their voice lies  &  says that sheâs worthless  &  unloved, so she stops. she quits  &  wonders how bad it could be to just ⌠stop. to give in  &  never again breathe. itâs been twenty - three days since then, curled up on her bed with the duvet over her head  &  curtains drawn  &  the drone of the shower water running. she has no voice, only the scribbled notebooks  &  scratched - up napkins of words failed. but clint texts her today  &  it dawns on her that he doesnât know. he knows about her absence of voice, but he doesnât know. she stares at the text for a long time. 10AM coffee at starbucks. she considers texting him back that sheâs sick (  she is ), but instead, her fingers type that she will meet him.Â
she sits in the furthest corner of the coffee shoppe  &  without a cup of her favourite  :  caramel frappuccino. itâs too hard to talk to people. she has no voice  &  itâs a man at the cash register. he looks like them â the ones that took her cry. so she keeps her head down  &  opens candy crush on her phone  &  waits for clint. hurry.
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       â hey ! there she is ... sorry iâm late, darling. â  almost frantically he approaches her to take a seat. as he slings the strap of his worn messenger bag off his shoulder, his hair is caught and ruffled like feathers    fitting. this is as put together as he can be at this time of day. when duty calls, he answers, but that doesnât make it any easier to pull himself out of bed.   â got caught up in some stuff. hope i didnât keep you waiting too long. â   itâs strange to talk knowing you wonât get an answer. but he can fix this. he can help. as much as he's able to, at least. it may not be much, but itâs better than nothing.   â you want coffee ? iâll get us some coffee, okay ? itâs on me. â   a pause out of habit as he waits for her to speak. before he can make even more of a fool of himself he grabs the pen and notepad heâs brought along with him from his bag and pushes them across the table.   â whatâs your order ? â
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