si·lence

ˈsīləns/

noun

1. Complete absence of sound.

Chapter 1

Texts and Velvet Curtains

Blonde hair flashed from behind velvet curtains, the only sign that pertained that life inhabited the seemingly empty home. Empty silence echoing through the home brought a gloomy atmosphere that weighed on it's only inhabitant, a blonde haired male with a mind that screamed words but a mouth that spoke none. He was awaiting something, anything to pull him from the depressed lull he'd gotten into, but the thing he awaited was far from him. Everytime the blonde closed his eyes he saw pink, the pink hair of a girl of crystal. About ready to give up on his hopeless dreams and go die in a hole, memories of his father and of his own imprinted silence forgotten, his phone buzzed. The boy looked shocked and unfocused for a moment, his phone never buzzed. Shakingly, he reached for the phone only to be met with the familiar face he so often thought that it was now sewn into his mind. The pink hair, tan skin and shimmering blue eyes all matched that of Kole Weathers, a girl who was once the only one who heard the raging thoughts of a mute boy.

The text was very simple, ordinary almost. 'Hello again Jericho. Meet me at Jump City, the tower.'

She was, of course, referring to the now abandoned 'T' Tower, since the Titans had fled it during the sudden discontent at having heroes save them and not being able to save themselves. A strange argument, but one that forced out many a'heroes. The boy hadn't really cared then, for he was never really a beloved Titan. He guessed that maybe only one child today knew his name, and it was probably used mockingly, since no one really cared for his strength and only criticized his flaws.

Jericho felt pain, at how he was simply being told to go somewhere with the girl who'd broken his heart. Well, sort of. She had faked her own death to hide, yet again, from the abusers of her powers, ones who were filled with greed and hatred. However, she told no one of this - as though she did not trust anyone, not even the blonde haired boy she'd so often indebted herself to. The thought haunted Jericho for years and years, with only his bitter tears to prove that he felt pain.

Then she returned and immediantly went to the main Titans, ignoring Jericho's existence for so long that the boy had even questioned his own existence once. It was tragic and depressing and it made him feel like he never had - truly alone. He'd always had somebody but now, there was no one but the couch he so often lay on.

The worst thing was how she continued to smile, to act as though she was perfectly happy ignoring the one she'd so often understood, one who had saved her, one who she had saved. Their exciting love story full of young feelings and battles against evil while in the meantime fiddling with guitar strings, it was the ideal life style for the two. Of course fate had their lives on strings, and people are mean all to often. Somehow the turn out made Kole happy, and it made Jericho grim. In fact, the blonde haired boy couldn't recall the last time he'd even ate, and his sleep was disturbed and few. He wanted to blame the pink haired saint that had betrayed his trust, but instead he pointed his own finger at himself for allowing her to distrust him so.

Never had he felt more broken inside.