It's soo late here and I'm half asleep so I haven't proofread. Enjoy <3

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Dedication to GeolaReader since her 'Anger management' and 'Teaching Stupidity' are the bomb (lol, I sound lame). But seriously, I love them ❤

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I don't remember anything after I saw those two words.

How I stood up, how I found the energy to walk away, how I ended up on this lone bench in the park four blocks away from Jordan's street, how I'm still breathing were all a mystery to me.

I'm mute.

I closed my eyes as I leaned my head back on the bench.

I'm mute.

How?

I'm mute.

Seriously, how?

Different scenes from during the last five weeks passed in my mind.

The time when her former music instructor took her to Catching Dreams... she stood there with no words. The time when she came and stood beside me so that her umbrella was over my head... she walked with no words. The time when she played that great... but when everyone praised her, she brushed it off with no words.

No words.

In this five weeks, no one has ever heard her talk.

Why didn't I think of this? Why was I so blind?

It is so obvious.

God, I'm such an idiot.

And right when the realisation hit me, guilt quickly replaced it.

My cheeks still tingled, imagining her warm palms pressed against it. My lips still felt the pressure her forefinger applied to make me stop talking.

I've always described her as stoic but the gentleness and patience with which she handled me... oh my god, I'm such a judgemental idiot.

I groaned rubbing my tired eyes thinking of how I ditched her when she behaved so delicately, enclosing her impairment to me.

Not only am I a judgemental idiot but also I'm the greatest insensitive jerk in this whole world.

Imaginary scenarios where Scarlett was hunched over, with tremors shaking her body as she wept about how I ditched her when I came to know about her... condition flashed inside my mind and at that moment, all I wanted was to slap myself.

And that's what I did.

I slapped myself as hard as possible and the few people who were in the park looked at me like I was completely crazy.

"What are you staring at?" I shouted, "I messed up so hard and I hurt her. Okay? So stop staring and go mind your own business!"

Not waiting there to see or hear there response, I took my Trumpet case and half ran out of park, my mind worrying about where I would find her.

And as the seconds flew by, I was ashamed to realise that I seriously didn't know anything about the girl I love. Not even about her impairment... let alone her house.

I passed the pavement where she revealed this news and my eyes fell on the pebble which helped that to happen. It was still near the spot where about an hour ago Scarlett was slumped and my heart tightened.

Any normal person would be crying on their inside if the person they trusted one of their vulnerable things just took off hearing that, not staying back to say anything in return and Scarlett was a normal girl too.

With new found determination, I dialled my music instructor's number and waited impatiently as it rang, my legs aimlessly carrying me to some place as my phone was glued to my ear.

At last I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard a familiar voice saying 'hello.'

"Miss Bennett, this is Shin."

"Shin? Well hey kid, what's the matter?"

In the background I heard loud honking and chatter.

Guess she's in the city.

"Um sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if I could get Scarlett's number."

"Scarlett's? Why?"

And even though Miss Bennett openly adored me, her voice took a cautious note.

"Er... my copy of Edgar's Salut d'Amour is with her and I need it immediately because... uh, because—"

"Oh Shin, that's really nice of you to help Scarlett," Miss Bennett interrupted me and indirectly helped me from messing up the lie.

"Wait a second, will ya?" she said, "I'll text it to you."

"Thank you so much, Miss Bennett. I love you!" I shouted and then bit my tongue.

Leave it to you to make the most remotely awkward situations into the most awkward ones.

"Erm, good to know. If that's it, I'll talk to you later, Shin. Bye."

"Bye," I mumbled and tapped my fingers on my thighs waiting for the message.

A familiar bling sound sounded like honey to me and I halted from my frantic jog, to call the number.

And that's when I heard the sound.

At first it was so less that I wondered if I had imagined it but when I strained my ears, I heard it again.

The melody of a flute.

I followed the sound through the narrow stony pavement and about a seventy five yards from where I had made my call, I saw her.

Her case was on the pavement over which her jacket was draped. The normal crease in between her eyebrows that were always present when she performed was even more prominent then and if not for the orangy, evening sky, I wouldn't have seen the twinkle in her half closed eyes.

Shit, I seriously made her cry.

And when I paid attention to what she was playing, the guilt turned even greater.

Gavotte.

Such an easy piece.

And here Scarlett, one of the talented musicians of Catching Dreams, was, trying so hard to play it and failing immensely.

The frustration seemed to keep on incresing as the crease went deeper and deeper. The crowd surrounding her started to increase and increase, there expressions going from confusion to worry.

At that moment all I wanted was to embrace her and say that it was alright and I was a huge idiot. But I refrained myself from disturbing her.

If she thinks music is her way to calm herself, let that be her way.

She once again failed to play Gavotte right and started over once again.

And before I knew what I was doing, the mouth piece of my Trumpet was touching my lips and I smiled.

The look that crossed her face when she heard me joining her as she played Gavotte was priceless.

Her always composed eyes widened and my eyes chuckled back in response. Her music flattered for a second but when I didn't stop playing, something crossed her eyes and with a new change, she placed her flute.

Thus standing in a backstreet, surrounded by friendly people who were cheering, the girl with no words and the boy with the goofy grin talked with the help of music.

Gavotte.

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Video attached: Edgar's Salut d'Amour featuring violin, trumpet, flute, piano and cello (It's so beautiful and the harmony the 5 instruments show is unbelievable :') PLEASE TRY IT)

And before one of the music geniuses goes and questions whether a flute can play Gavotte, know this, I literally don't know anything about classic music. So please correct me if I'm wrong :)

Check out Is He A She?! and Letters to the Boy on Phone

With love,
Kavya.