thesoundlessroom
As she sits at the table everything around her seems to fade...
The walls filled with their unusual yellows, pinks and blues don’t seem as loud anymore.
The kids in the tables around her with their fascinating stories, loud laughs, and big gestures start to become a whisper.
Everything around her becomes an empty labyrinth.
She suddenly looks around and realizes that the quiet in her ears was the loneliness she’s felt all along.
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