Our hearts expresses that which cannot be said, and is impossible to keep silent. Within our hearts are the words that we wish we could say but instead we keep locked up, hidden away inside us. These words represent our true selves, our true thoughts and feelings, and our souls. These words that define who we are, but we try to hide them. Because we are afraid that if we speak these words and someone hears them then they will reject us for who we truly are, and shun our true voices. If our true voices were to be rejected like that then we would only bury our voices even further into our very being. This is how the world works, with those people who try to speak what their hearts are screaming to say from deep inside, begging for someone to save them... Only to be rejected, misheard, and mistreated in the end ...Consequently, losing our sense of beauty, strength, innocence, and our identity itself…
Bu alas, our hearts are vast, but not infinite when it comes to how many words we can bury inside ourselves. Our hearts are always on the lookout, always searching for another heart. Another heart for it to speak its true voice to, one that won't shun it but instead accepts its voice. It wishes to share its voice with the other heart, and this combination of two heart's voices will make a beautiful, musical sound.
Ah! You did not know? That hearts make a sound? Not the beating of life, but the songs of virtuous truth! But can our ears tune in on it from far and near? If we close our mouths and try to let our hearts speak loud enough for all to hear, will that voice be heard by any at all?
Yes, the coming together of hearts will make beautiful music that creates a bond between the two hearts like a string of notes. The hearts will sing to one another and connect their voices to the other, and those voices will then resonate in in perfect harmony! What do we call this miracle of life? This harmonious construction of sound and voice? We call it love. Love is the music that keeps on beating like a drum inside us which beats faster and stronger when there are more drums in row. Together people whose hearts are in sync can do the impossible, and the possible will never truly be impossible.
What do our hearts sing about? What does it sound like? It is hard to tel, because people ignore the sound in fear that when that sound does come out. They will be like an open window and people will peer into their very being and with their true selves now exposed... They will be hurt.
However, there are those whose hearts have been silent for a long time. Those who have had nothing to say for so long that they do not even know if they have a voice at all. They are unaware exactly who they are? What reasons they have to live? They walk alone in the world because no one will stop and listen to them, or help them discover their inner voices. In this world some have the voices of angels, prophets, heroes, and yet no longer can speak their treasured words due to the tragedy of humanity.
So I ask you, my new benevolent reader that has joined me for this tale… Does a silent heart speak even if it has no voice?
Chris was walking down on the pavement beside Clef Street from school late one night on a full moon. He was on his way home from school late night after being forced to experience detention after hours. The night air was cold and windy with a breeze blowing past Chris's black hair that chilled his white skin and nerves. Pure silvery snow dashed past him as the wind blew heavily with its full force. It had snowed long enough for it to pile up to 2-3 inches with every step Chris took leaving a deep foot print within. The once green grass was now a snowy and frozen white, tinting the ground he walked on with a shiny blanket that sparkled in various lampposts’ light.
Chris was wearing his usual black hoodie with his collar pointed up and a single zipper going straight down the middle along with his dark blue jeans. His sneakers were black as well but worn out from use by the signs of color deterioration. He was a teenage boy of about eighteen years old, a junior that was held back a year in elementary school. He was a loner that isolated himself from everyone at his school. He did not have any friends, nor did he really have a family either. It was just him and his mother at home, although his mother and he never got along and she was normally out with other men trying to pay for their shabby house. Chris could just imagine how Viola, his mother, would be lying on the floor, watching TV when he gets home. She will not even say a word to him and if she does she will still refer to him as Crescendo which was his real name that he loathed.
Chris could see his breath visibly form in front of him and he groaned about cold it was. He only had a late night detention in the first place because his home room teacher said he had acted out in class by disobedience apparently. But Chris didn't care one bit. He didn't really care that it was cold or that he had detention or that he was coming home late without telling his mother either. It's not like when he gets home his mom will actually care where he has been or what has happened to him he figured. Chris was a loner that never spoke much in school, he didn't wish to be bothered by humans and hear their voices anymore, and thus he liked to keep to himself. He was a lone note in the middle of a verse that had potential to be something greater if not alone, but chose instead to simply sound off and fade into the rest of the chorus.
He sighed as he looked up to the sky, it was as if the stars painted the sky for every piece of darkness there was within it. A light for every patch of darkness, that's what one would believe one's soul is like Chris thought with his hand over his heart. Capable of doing good and evil, but no matter how much evil there was within... There would always be a light somewhere in the dark that shines through everything. But Chris knew the truth behind such a statement. All people are born good, yet it doesn't take long to become evil. No person is born an angel, for an angel is porn incorruptible unlike humans.
“How I wish I could hurry up and become an angel already. If God decides that I can go to Heaven anyway,” Chris muttered to himself. “It’s just one of those shitty nights where I question why I am even living. I guess it’s also one of those nights where I talk to myself for no reason.”
Chris trudged along through the snow and let out a yawn from his weariness. The stores he walked past were closed and there wasn't a single person in sight. The town was so desolate at night and quiet that the only thing Chris could hear clearly was the beating of his heart that beat so rapidly in his chest…
“Huh? My heart…” Chris clasped his chest. His heart was pounding with such an exhilarating force that pounded against his chest. Chris exhaled to see his chilly white breath flow in front of him once again. It was very cold out and he guessed the cold was getting to him as he became more and more aware of his own heart. Chris then thought to himself why it is exactly that the town was so deserted? It is never this quiet Chris thought as he pressed forward while still holding his chest, slowly Chris felt more and more fatigued. The sights around him became blurry, and he felt the strength in his legs slowly disappear.
Chris finally stopped when during his delusions he suddenly found himself standing in front of Central Park. Absurd! This was far away from where he originally was. When did he get here? He could not have walked that far. He questioned why he was here, but even more so he questioned why his heart was beating so rapidly. It was somewhat intoxicating and made him feel even woozier from its beating. Was he scared? Was his body okay? He had no idea why he was here at Central Park or how he ended up walking there. His path should've taken him straight to the street where he would've turned for home. Yet he found himself drawn into some fantasy he knew not what of as he looked around to see there was no one around in the park as well. He knew he was alone in the world at that very moment as far as his eyes could see, and it was then he heard a voice call out to him.
It was a soothing voice, a soft and beautiful one at that. It was so alluring that Chris felt himself drawn to the voice as if it was a Siren beckoning him to come forth. It sounded so sweet and pure, so benevolent that was it almost impossible to resist. Chris did not even know what made him go to the park in the first place, but his heart kept beating and the sound he heard had kept pulling and pulling him deeper into the park. His heart was pounding in his chest and rang loudly in his ears as marched deeper inside.
The park was a serene place by the name of Consonance Park, or Central Park as it is usually called for being at the center of the entire city. It was a common place for people to come and join together on various occasions. Chris did not come here much himself so he could not speak specifically on what people would do here. But the mystery of this place grew as he walked past snow covered trees and white, leafy shrubs. There was no one in this world now besides Chris, the beating of his heart, and the voice that guided him to wherever he was being tempted to go. But where was this voice? Who was this voice? Chris thought he was alone in the darkness of the night for his eyes could not see anyone, but his ears... Or perhaps his very own heart felt someone was here.
The voice grew louder and clearer for Chris to hear words now. It sounded as if the voice was calling for help. No, he was sure the voice was calling for help but Chris looked around and he didn't see anyone in the park at all. It was strange indeed, but Chris didn't once think it was a ghost or some prank. However, Chris asked himself why does this even matter to him? The normal Chris decided long before not to help others. However, Chris is now looking for someone who needs help. Perhaps it was in his nature to do so. Chris looked around carefully to see that the park was filled with trees and benches that were covered in snow in this cold and fantasy like world that gave Chris an abstract sense. As if he wasn't walking in a park at night, but some abstract place familiar to him yet so far away.
Who would even be out here at this time of night anyway he thought? Though, Chris could not really talk since he was out in the middle of the night, but he had a reason to be out here in the night! The sound of his heart was luring him into a mind numbing, dream like state where everything in front of him was becoming a blur as white as the snow that fell from the sky and landed on his body. Further… Further… And further he went into the park that seemed to go on for much longer than he had remembered. Where was he going? Where did the voice want to take him?
Chris abruptly stopped in his tracks when the voice he heard was now yelling in his ears. It was screaming for help, screaming for someone to help! Why was it so loud? Why is he the only one who can hear this? Does no one else hear this, or are they ignoring the screaming? Chris could not take it anymore, he wanted to help this voice and wake up from this dream if it was one! But it was too dark! So dark! He desperately… Wanted to see... A light!
"Where are you?" Chris shouted loudly into the darkness hoping that he would hear someone, something, or anything call back to him. Looking up at the sky, he did notice all the lights had disappeared from the sky besides a single bright star in the sky at that moment. Now he knew some form of magic was affecting him. "Can you hear me? Heeeeeey!" Chris yelled again into the darkness, perhaps yelling at the star in the sky to see if that star had been what summoned him here. A bright star that had somehow lured him into its abstract world to simply let him know that the star existed in the sky. Chris could sympathize if that was the star’s plan all along. To be noticed…
His voice had rung loudly into the air, and that moment in time seemed to stay still. Chris was now very well aware of what he was doing and where he was. His mind had returned to him in pieces and established itself firmly within him again. But his heart's beating did not stop, and instead it seemed to calm down a bit as time came to a halt. Chris heard... No felt that the source of the voice he was looking for was right behind him somehow. He felt a very strong and peculiar presence that he somehow overlooked. He slowly turned around on the heels of his feet in the snow, and saw what would change his life around with a single moment.
In the center of the park among all the silvery snow was a black light pole with frost decorating it gently and it shined just a small light from its lantern. It was just bright enough to illuminate the area for Chris to see what he was meant to see in all of this confusion and darkness. Looking down its pole is where Chris saw her, a teenage girl, stuck to the pole with her tongue. She was struggling to get free from the pole that her tongue was glued to.
“What the… A girl? Out here? When did she get here? I know I would have seen her on my way here…” Chris thought to himself as stepped closer to her.
Of all the crazy things that could have happened tonight this is what happens? Chris barely even noticed the weird situation at all because he only focused on her, the girl's dazzling beauty that started his heart up again like a maestro who cued the band to perform a rapid and powerful beat!
That was all he could think of was how attractive she was. Her beauty was just as mesmerizing as the music that filled his chest. A sweet song that had begun in his heart the moment he saw this girl he knew not the name of, or where she was from, or her reason for being here. He guessed she was caught in some dare to do this stunt, but he did not dwell much longer on such matters.
His eyes instead examined the girl closely to let his heart sound in his mind the enticing words to describe her appearance. She had long crimson red hair, a sharp contrast with the snow on the top of her head that fell from the sky, and made her hair red hair stand out even more in the crisp moonlight that dwindled upon her and made the snow shimmer. She was wearing a hot pink hoodie and blue denim jeans combined with pink converse shoes. She had beautiful white skin that was complimented by the snow that fell on and around her; it was flawless and glimmered brightly as if her skin emitted light that danced along it in a march. Once she realized Chris was there her eyes had widened and met Chris's. They were the most beautiful and most gorgeous, big blue eyes Chris has ever seen. Her eyes had so much emotion; such a vivid story could be read in her eyes if only he could have gotten closer to her. Her eyes were shimmering in such a way that they glittered in the light from the pole.
The two of them stopped and stared at one another aimlessly and restlessly. Both of them were looking upon the other with the curiosity of animals that has never seen one of their own kind before.
Who was she?
Who was he?
It felt like destiny had brought these two together and slowly step by step Chris walked towards her. Her splendor alone left him speechless, and drew him in on a lure that she effectively sued without her having to move at all.
She was scared at first, and not sure what Chris was going to do to her with the way he looked at her. She felt his intense gaze, those powerful eyes that viewed her like a work of art. But Chris did not seem to notice at all as he drew nearer to her. She struggled to get free for a moment, quickly trying to escape until Chris told her to stop when he saw her struggle to break free.
"You're going to rip your tongue off if you struggle like that! Here just... Umm… sit tight! I will get you free," Chris said to the girl. She seemed to understand and trust Chris as she nodded her head to him. Chris stood next to her and just from standing close to her, he felt as if this girl carried a light within her. Chris felt his body begin to warm up, probably from all the blood rushing around in his body from being this close to her.
Chris looked at her pink tongue that turned red with some ice on its tip that stuck to the pole, freezing her tongue. He decided he would have to go the long way around on doing this as he didn't want to leave to get hot water when all the stores were closed and his house was far away from here. Plus, that would require communication which Chris wasn't good at all. So he began to exhale heavily on her tongue with their faces relatively close together, the only thing he could think of to do. In and out, he exhaled on her tongue with what warmth he could muster to melt the ice that stuck her to the pole, tickling her gently with each rough breath. All the while her eyes were glued on Chris, studying him now. This strange boy wandering around in a park whom came upon this strange girl with her tongue stuck to a pole randomly.
It was not long before Chris was out of breath and he wasn't sure if she was close to being free. But he could not give up, for he did not want to give up. Especially with this girl staring so passionately at Chris as if she was begging him to help her. He could sense her feelings of sadness from being imprisoned and her feelings of joy that someone came to her rescue was all being transmitted to Chris through her eyes. So, Chris took one last deep breath and exhaled heavily enough that she could break free on her own without ripping off her tongue.
She tumbled backwards with her tongue back in her mouth, sloshing that icy taste around in her mouth to warm her tongue up the best she could. She then put her hands over her mouth and looked at Chris with such a surprised look as he gathered the cold air into his lungs to catch his breath once more. She then smiled cheerfully at him and looked at Chris with a grateful look which Chris gave a small laugh back to in response.
Chris now realized he actually has to communicate with her. What was he supposed to say to a girl in a situation like this? He thought the most obvious thing to do was to ask her why she was out here in the first place. He was about to say something to her before out of nowhere he gave her another shy laugh with a small sheepish smile. He was scared of conversation, but was more afraid of the fact that it was a girl as beautiful as herself that he was speaking to. Communication can make or break a relationship and Chris felt he would break it the moment he spoke.
But as one strange thing happened after the other this cold night she embraced Chris suddenly with her arms wrapped tightly around Chris's neck. She held him tightly and kissed Chris deeply. A deep, open mouth kiss with her icy cold tongue invading the inside of Chris's warm but partially frigid mouth. Her tongue chased his tongue around inside of his mouth and wrapped itself around his continuously, claiming it for her own in a second! Her lips pressed against his that felt so raw and cool from being out here so long in the cold open air. She was on her tiptoes as Chris was a tad taller than her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was pressed firmly against his. Even if Chris took a step back she would stick to him like glue with her body connected to his like it belonged there, her body like a magnet being attracted to his and followed his body wherever it may had stepped. She wouldn't let Chris escape this, not as if he truly wanted to anyway.
He never felt a girl like this, and he did not understand the feelings of being held by one, or let alone anyone else. As not even his own mother, whom Chris never remembered giving him a single hug before. Nor his father... Who disappeared from his life long ago when he was a kid.
However he felt excitement and thrills surge through his whole body and warmed him from his very core. A warmness he has never felt that only she could offer a young boy such as himself, only she could deliver such a heat that melted the snow on Chris's jacket that was in between both their bodies. And at his core he felt such a heated feeling of love, he found himself holding her back, he was returning her sudden embrace!
His arms wrapped around her waist as he clung to her body. He heard the beating of his heart resonating with hers loudly, soaring to the Heavens with its sound! Their hearts beat in perfect sync; their lives were connected to the other by the red string of fate that tied the musical notes of their hearts upon the verses, on top of the lines that guided this song. Chris's eyes soon closed shut like hers did and he once again felt himself in that dream like world. A fantasy of a world that surrounded his mind and replaced his thoughts of reasoning with the strange instinctual thoughts of embracing this girl. He wanted to hold her so much as if she desperately needed this hug!
This was so bizarre, so beguiling. He didn't have time to ask why she was kissing him. Or to ask was this her way of saying thank you. He wanted to but he couldn't. They became lost in each other for that one moment in time that stood still, the snow froze in the air, and there were no sounds. Yet that was the first time either of them have felt so alive…
It seemed like this would go on forever and Chris realized he would die from the lack of air. Almost as if she felt this, she pulled away and the two of them stopped to catch their breaths. But ironically enough when she pulled away she stopped not a second sooner when they noticed their red tongues were connected by an icy coating. Chris could not believe that now the both of them were stuck together. Chris wanted to say something to her now that she was free and he had some reasoning again, but the two of them couldn't say anything with their tongues tied like this.
Instead what happened was she slowly, this time, hugged Chris tightly once more pressing her chest to his once again. Her eyes peered deeply into Chris's as if to pry out the story his eyes was telling her. Chris felt as if she is trying to say something to him, but there were no words that could possibly come from her mouth. Yet Chris heard something... Or at least he thought he heard? Felt? It mattered not for the words came out anyway by some means.
"Thank you..."
She then kissed Chris one last time with their now warm saliva mixing around on their tongues, thus freeing them from each other. But before Chris could even get out a word, she flashed a sign with her fingers that resembled a heart and turned her back to him before she ran away quickly out the park. Chris called out to her but she continued to run off somewhere into the darkness and though Christ wanted to chase after her, he knew not why he would? What would he do? He didn't know, and since he had no answer he stopped himself. And once she was gone, the world around Chris felt cold again as he just realized he made out with a girl he literally just met in the middle of a park at night. Worth it if Chris says so himself.
Chris shook his head with his eyes closed thinking this was all a dream he was having. But when he stopped and opened his eyes, he saw he was still there in the middle of the park. He slowly put a finger up to his lips and he still felt the feeling of her lips on his that was still there as if it had left a mark. This was no dream; this was reality at its finest. Chris at that moment looked up in the air to the bright moon that was lit in the sky as he walked home that night. Not sure what exactly happened to him, but he knew it was real. It was a fantasy turned into reality, but also a dream that he was awake for. He turned back to the light pole that had shined for him in the darkness like a lighthouse, him being a lone seafarer in the ocean of the waking tides.
He arrived home to see his mother lying on the floor watching TV. She didn't say a word to him and neither did Chris to her; he simply ignored his lazy mother and went upstairs to his room. There he saw the black box he left on his bed that he knew his mother would not care if she saw. He opened it up and looked inside to see a 9mm pistol inside the box, his father's gun, sitting there and waiting for it to be used. Chris sighed, deciding it was of no use to him now. He simply went to bed and told himself he would continue live, if not for anything, but to see that girl again. Chris was not even positive if what he had experienced was even real... That girl who called his name with her tongue tied to the light pole...612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXgWJ2AiPQA
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"Wait!" Chris shouted to himself as he shot up form his bed. "How did that girl... Call out for help?" It was then that Chris realized that what he had experienced truly could not have been real or not. It certainly felt real. And it was more than enough for him to live again, just to hear the sound of her heart again. The first heart to connect to his own, a voice that reached out to him in his time of need, and helped him see a light in the darkness.612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVJZUmyFsr
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This is literally the first story I ever wrote xD! So, sorry if it's not very good, but I thought it would be fun to share an edited excerpt from it!612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUEgWr0Cywc
