the shop was buzzing with life that morning.
every table was filled and aria questioned whether or not she should stay,
the place busy and crowded made her usually calm anxiety spike.
she got to the counter and scribbled her order on the forever handy notepad that she pulled from her bag,
a tall mocha cappuccino.
she stood by as they passed her the warm beverage.
finding an available chair by the window,
she placed her things on the small circular table and made herself comfortable,
pulling her small notebook from her bag.
she added a word to the forever growing list.
extant.
adjective.
meaning: still in existence, surviving.
looking up from her notebook she met a pair of chocolate brown eyes.
and she was locked into place.
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Silence // D.H.
Fanfiction"so you can hear?" aria nodded. "why don't you speak, then?" she wrote six simple words in her notepad quickly and messily, not caring about the scrawl of the pen as the blue ink stained the white page. she pushed the pad across the table and blushe...
