When Liam finds the girl of his dreams, she stops him dead in his tracks. She's perfect. Long blonde hair, brown eyes, a pretty smile. There's only one thing stopping him from getting to know her better; she doesn't talk. When her mother and younger sister passed away, Ashton fell into a deep depression that she never quite got out of. She didn't want to talk to anyone about what happened; especially not the therapists her grandparents signed her up for. So, she didn't. She vowed not to talk about the accident ever again. Can Liam find a way to bring out the voice that was buried with Ashton's mom and sister?


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     As I leaned against the post, I saw him. Walking down the street. He stared at his feet and furrowed his brow while warming his hands with his breath. His dark blue hood was pulled up over his light brown quiff. He looked up to watch a girl stroll by him. Her heels clicked against the pavement. He seemed to lose interest and looked back down at the ground. I cocked my head, studying this boy. If I had enough courage, I would walk up to him. But I don’t, so I can’t. He kept getting closer. I felt nervous, and I shifted back and forth on my feet. He was so gorgeous. I’m going to walk up to him; I am. I gave myself a little pep talk while watching him. He wrapped his hand around to the back of his head and started rubbing his neck. I muster up the courage and start walking forward, but stop mid-step. He’s walking towards me, and doesn’t seem to be slowing down. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, so I kind of just let him run into me and pretended to be surprised.

     “Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even realize..” I shrug and nod. “You alright?” I nod again. He pulls his hood down and smiles. I can’t help but feel my cheeks burn at the way his eyes crinkle when the corners of his lips upturn. “In that case..Hi. I’m Liam.” It’s my turn to smile. “What’s your name?” Oh no, now what do I do? “I’m sorry, are you sure you’re okay?” I nod vigorously. “You just don’t want to talk..” he assumes. I shake my head no. Of course I wanted to talk to this beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed boy. “So you don’t? Or you do? I’m confused..” he trails off. I sigh and gesture for a pen and paper. Luckily, he has both.  I scribble my name on the yellow Post-it he gave me. I hand it back to him and smile.

     “Ashton? Your name’s Ashton?” I nod shyly. Great. I know Ashton isn’t always a girls’ name but I mean-“That’s a really pretty name, for a really pretty girl.” It is?

     I gesture for another sticky note. This time, it’s pink. I write that I’m sorry for not speaking. “So you don’t talk like, ever?” I shake my head no. “Hmph, well, maybe we could change that.” I’m sure he could see how horrified I was. I’ve never had a good poker face. “Or not, I’m sorry. We can take it slow. Well, that is, if you’re willing to see me again.” Liam says. I can feel my face light up at his offer. I don’t speak, but I’m not stupid. I know a cute boy when I see one, and I hope I don’t screw this up.

     “Here, write your number for me,” he insists. I get a green Post-it this time. I scribble out my number in my neatest handwriting, biting my tongue in concentration. I can feel Liam’s eyes on me and I look up at him. He smirks and starts writing out his number. I add a smiley face to my post-it, just for good measure. I hand the piece of paper to Liam proudly and he chuckles. He pushes a pink Post-it into my hands. “See you around, blondie,” he says with a wink. I can feel my heart melting. I wave a little goodbye and glance at the scrap he handed me. He scrawled his number with a “you better not throw this x.” Like I would. I giggle and watch him walk away.

     There’s something in the way he walks. A little bit of confidence. He pulls his hood back up and brings his hands to his lips. He breathes into his hands to warm them. I can see the condensation leave a trail behind him as he walks; right around a corner. Right out of sight. 

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