Harry's plan for the rest of his uneventful life was to to simply exist, and never have to mutter a single word, though when it came to him, speaking was impossible nonetheless. And despite the vile words people use to ridicule his condition, or the pity filled smiles, his plan had been working pretty well for the last 19 years. However, when a beautiful, plot twist named Madeline Smith spills her pumpkin spice latte all over his dull jumper, his plan slowly begins to alter for the young beauty's sake. Harry finds himself adapting to the world that Madeline unwittingly pulls him into, and will stop at nothing to hear her sweet whispers meant for their ears, and their ears only.
In which a mute boy seeks comfort in an utterly fascinating girl who writes notes on clouds, paints on her skin, and is obsessed with collecting flowers.
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sweet whispers | h.s
FanfictionIn which a mute boy seeks comfort in an utterly fascinating girl who writes notes on clouds, paints on her skin, and is obsessed with collecting flowers.
