You're a talkative, bubbly person. People always tell you to shut up or to quiet down. Though you never really listened, thinking they were just joking.

Vyn, your rival, also told you to shut up in a harsh way, not like how others used to. You were hurt, so you gave it a try, and found it soothing. You haven't talked for days, and it's killing Vyn.

One day, when you were standing beside your locker, he walked up to you. He pushed you and grabbed your collar. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"Please.. talk to me.. I'm sorry, I miss your voice.." He pleaded.