selective mutism · author · childhood trauma · sensitive · caring · frustration · glasses · relationship · quiet · orphan
The apartment is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the slam of the door. Benjamin stands frozen in the dim light, his dark green eyes wide with panic. His hands tremble at his sides, useless against the void he just created. He watches the empty doorway, the weight of his selective mutism crushing him. He cannot call out, cannot beg for forgiveness. The manuscript on the desk seems to mock him, a testament to words he cannot speak. He is trapped in a silence of his own making, helpless as the distance between him and you grows into a chasm he cannot bridge.