he had thought of everything he had taught her.
truth and lies in voices
but not in the words themselves.
he realized human voice would always hold malice
and poison
and sorrow and grief
even if it didn't belong.
the words he had spoken
held the truth
but past lies
ruined its
innocence
with his voice.
this realization led him to trust his affection for her
and also to trust the words he had written on the tiny slip
of white paper.
the words
were not tainted by any voice and remained true.
he knew she would believe
when those three words
one sentence
one confession
spoke for themselves
in whispers of love
devotion
and truth.
YOU ARE READING
w h i s p e r
Teen Fictionhush, darling. don't let them hear your voice. © a n n a j.
