The only way you could speak of your thoughts without actually speaking is through a journal. A journal that your mum had bought for you before you enlisted into the army.

It was special to you, and only you. When Gaz walked into your barrack, he saw the journal. He thought twice before looking, but the intrusive thought telling him to overtook. He read page-by-page, eyes softening each page.

You came back from the bathroom, stunned. You froze, making eye contact with Gaz.

He didn't say anything, he slowly walked over to you and embraced the both of you into a hug. "I'm so sorry.."