The whispering voices>> Raseri [blitz]

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Sometimes, noise was almost like silence, if you thought about it.

Take it from me; I’ve experienced silence enough to know what I’m talking about. Sometimes it’s like this dense fog that just hangs over everything, ringing in your ears and making you squirm in your seat and dart your eyes around and hold your breath until someone breaks it with an awkward attempt at a conversation, or an abrupt ahem. That’s the bad kind. And then there’s the good kind, when silence is like a big winter blanket, gifting you with this sense of sanctuary and making time stop for just a while so you can breathe in, breathe out for a moment, or listen to the music that’s playing in your head, or just think about things you don’t have time to think about when the world is full of sound.

The noise in the square was almost like the good kind of silence. Even though it was actually loud, all the hustle and bustle and usual district square ruckus mixed into a hum that was easy to tune out. It faded into the background like the chirps of the crickets outside my window at night, or the birds’ songs in the morning, or heavy rain on the roof. That kind of noise is just as good for thinking as silence, in my opinion, if not better. Today I was enjoying it, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk and watching the people go about their business, wondering what they were here for, what they were doing later, what they were thinking. Occasionally, I’d see some little kids running around, and I’d smile at them, even though they didn’t notice or say anything to me.

My mother had sent me to pick up some eggs, but I’d figured she wouldn’t mind too much if I took my time getting home. I walked past the stands that held the merchants’ products and a glimmer from the jewelry stand caught my eye. Man, I bet my mom would like to have one of those bracelets, or a necklace to match the ring my dad had given her when they were married. I knew I’d never be able to afford to buy luxury items like jewelry with the sad amount of money I’d accumulated from various jobs I was always getting fired from quitting, and even if I did I’d probably get scolded when I got home for buying something that expensive when it wasn’t something I absolutely needed. Still, it didn’t hurt to look.

I noticed an older black-haired boy looking at the same necklace that I was, and something inside me felt an urge to strike up a conversation about it. ”It’s really pretty, huh?” I said, smiling. ”Too bad I’d never be able to afford anything like that.”

{ooc- (edit) I realized after this was written that I had misread your post and that I had probably been a bit godmoddy, and I apologize. If you want me to change anything, I’d be happy to.}

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