He barely moved, despite having felt as though he needed to do something when he was trapped on the bed. He didn't feel like he could anymore, not at the moment. But the silence became oppressive soon enough. "Say... something," he whispered. He was sick of silence. He wanted voices that were real, not something imagined to pretend to break past the quiet.
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Date: 2011-06-20 10:19 am (UTC)