He never spoke. They thought he couldn't, but I knew he was waiting for the right time.
He never tried to communicate with anyone. They thought he didn't want to, but I knew he didn't have anyone to talk to.
They thought he was just sick, bu...
This would be the time I'd be at the party with Ellis. I couldn't help but feel bad about what I said, realizing I had been extremely selfish and rude. Especially by running away like that. I hadn't even seen her expression. I just hoped she'd be okay alone by hersel―
Peter just touched my hand. I looked up immediately. "What is it?"
He said nothing. Obviously.
But his blue eyes shimmered as they met mine, and that said a lot already.
I sighed and put a paper and pencil over his chest. He would now write or draw some way to explain what he wanted to tell me. It was our new means of communication, now. Ever since my last visit, we'd been doing this.
Once he was finished, he handed the paper to me.
It said:
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"Sad?" I read. Oh, Peter must have thought I was sad. "Do I look sad to you?"
He nodded.
I gasped and quickly grabbed my clipboard and wrote down "nodding". You see, I was keeping track of all the things Peter had done since my arrival, and the things I wanted him to do.
"Well, I'm not sad." I told Peter. "I'm just...distracted, I guess...." I decided to change topic. "Are you tired? You look tired."
He nodded again, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'll be right back." I ran out of the room and found Anya in the staff room sipping coffee. The only other person in the room was Greg the janitor. He didn't have much of a personality. "Anya, he didn't ignore me!"
She dropped her coffee which broke into millions of tiny pieces across the floor. She didn't even notice, but Greg sure did. "Mary-Jane, you're an angel. A real angel. I'm seriously considering hiring you!"
